Monday, 7 November 2011
Scrabble and Poetry
Scrutinizing letters at a board,
can I find a pattern for the most
letters, words and spaces in a twist:
pen inside my mouth to stop the world?
But no - no no, my consonants and vowels
confabulate a shuffled sanity,
click and land, enough, imperfectly:
when nuts are out – stop hammering the shell.