Monday, November 22, 2010

a kilogram of cottage cheese

I have two nostrils, but one nose. I have one head, but many hairs. Four fingers, and an opposable thumb - or one hand and five digits.
Revolution is the turn of an idea, vacation is the exit of an idea.

on the peloponnesian war

invading Syracuse was ambitious,
finish, eat it, its delicious,
that octopus and olive from a grove,
lives only on its dishes,
stained pottery, ceramic white,
greece, once, twice, us enlight
Alcibiades must have been vicious,
leaves his country for his God,
leaves his god for his enemy,
he returns,
not to Hermes,
but the war was ambitious,
peace hardly claimed by Nicias,
left to battle, right to front,
not to Hermes,
battle thrice, not olive, wheat
he returns,
to late - their beat
but the food at least delicious,
impressed Hermes, a feat,
not the people, the culture,
and so it goes,
Iago knows,
the length, 30 near,
count the day, count the year,
but the olive grows,
not a poppy at Flander's,
but in greece's groves,
so the olive grows.

fuusch aqalei, el pup ahm x.

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