poetix

this time for sure

Half Cocks: Not Even a Runner Up

SOMETHING ABOUT HERACLEITUS. Vivid,

darting imagery. A parenthesis

slips in and out, just as you notice it.

Compliment the jury on its looks -

c’est tres jolie. Espouse and disavow

enmity in one breath. That something

stinks is undisputable. Note that attention’s

constant wavering misreads its objects’

obduracy, translates as inattention.

I’ve seen minnows. They’re not that interesting.