Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Give me Sketches and Poems
filled with Life
The sunlight all whisky-gold
by mid afternoon.

a Silent Revolution spent
on what one believes in.

Shaking heads,
what could you expect*

the Official guarantee
that nobody knows
what is going on.

. . . . . . . .

The OED word of the day is for the erasure poem is 'whisky|whiskey.'

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