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