Wednesday, August 04, 2004

This here's a poem constructed entirely of (chronological, even!) wisps of unedited dialogue from an episode of "Antiques Roadshow" .
The use of grapes.
They were used as weapons.
They were placed in the fire to be near the burning wood.

The enamel is suspended, as it were.
The Oriental feel, the use of poppies.
I won't point it at you.

We're back on the floor.
We call it our valentine.
It tells us something about the desperateness.

You wanted to show off the fruit of the field.
Even pomegranates were used.

I shouldn't say it's broken, it's cracked.
Now, my question. How much credit can I take for how improbably credible it is? A lot, right? I get to take a lot?


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