Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Friday, January 11, 2008

Poem 10, Some Trees (pictures here are not included but might be added later...this poem is ongoing, i think)

Some trees grow tall.
Like the self,
said Walt Whitman.


This tree is a porcupine in


This tree is December.


This tree is an ode to my sock:
"What I like about you is you're warm.
It's nice."

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