Ars Poetica in Late May 2017
Don’t know no knowledge
none
but nothing
good
comes and
goes
to the rods and
cones
that drip sweet cream on
flint
sparking everything from this personal
story
to that associative
noun
but never empirical
or Empire
588–2300
pick up the phone
voicemail
leave a
tip
about something
unknown
answer a small
why
with a smaller poem