.chimney... smokesgrass... smokesthe window smocked with smoglips on the beakercan't kiss the girl....
Excellent poem and artwork, Lanny! The pulse is so interesting. Thanks for this one.In Sweden we do not have places like Maryland, I guess. :)
thanks!Well, this one was sortme thinking about some ofJeff Harrison's poetic tropes.He used to use the word Virginiaalot in his poems, had a series of them anyway. For me, I like this idea of submerged intention linked to sound, and or cryptic stuff.Maryland might just besomething like meaning's airy landor my-airy landor mi (sound)'s airy land.sort of an ars poetic kind of thingi guess. just having fun.
I love the feeling created by the repetitious lines. Wonderful poem.
I really love the art work, and it adds a mystical air to the poetry. It almost feels like a riddle.Having grown up in Maryland, I must have overlooked its narcotic power :).
This isn't just a poem, it's a spell, too. Right? And if I read for the thirteenth time, what do I turn into? Really, it's phenomenal.
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