Friday, March 5, 2010

The Little House That Jack Built

There was a house here once,
Which used to house a jackass
Peering from an opening

That used to be a door
When a passerby appeared,
But he peers no more.

No more Jack, no more house,
No more door, no more glaring
Jackass, broken stones galore.


  1. Vasillis,

    animal, passerby and peering all shade into each other, perhaps with the intention of blurring the distinction between language & allegory.

    Leaving only the more interesting "broken stones" that form the real poem.

  2. Conrad,

    Here's one passerby who knows what he's looking at--thanks for dropping by!


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