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.

2 comments:

  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.

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  2. Conrad,

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

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