Monday, January 17, 2011

Abstract of a Postmodern Love Poem

The photo of you
Is not you
And Foucault lights his pipe
Ceci n'est pas une pipe
And laughs at my tear
Which is not a tear
But a photo of you
Unlit.

2 comments:

  1. Wonderful rhythm. Really swaying with the poem.

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  2. Thanks! I've seen your work, and will consider this high praise indeed.

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