A COW
If a cow eats a fridge a bulky object is lodged in its neck which is also broad & oblong like a fridge. A fridge set at angles to a fridge. Or in or within a fridge. Though in fact the neck is more like a dried-blood rug drug across a fridge, awkwardly. The pure idea is that of a crane from which a crate swings at the docks, seagulls strewn like fingernail clippings in the sky behind—noisy slivers like steel shavings tossed in front of the wild blinding sun.
5 comments:
So if you ate an alarm clock, say, you'd have a cow?
not a good day for the cow.
Hi Mairead, I'd really like to get hold of your latest poetry collection, Talk Poetry, as I'd like to read/write it for an assignment I'm doing as part of a CW MA. I live in Ireland and wondered what's the quickest way to get it here - you can get me at babsinead at eircom dot net (no sps) if you're into this :)
Sounds like a tall story to me.
You know, Mairead, this may be the oddest poem I've ever read--fanstastic!
Xanax Pop: Postmodern Poetry by Lewis LaCook
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