This is another entry that comes under the heading of You Know What You Mean and I Know What You Mean But It Amuses Me To Pretend You Mean What You Say. From our local weekly paper’s call-in line, I give you this “poem”: Slow…
Tag: found poem
The problem with using the newspaper’s call-in forum is that, whatever you say, that’s what they print. Don’t ask me where the parentheses come from; maybe it’s the transcriber’s best guess. Goose, Geese, and Ducks by Anonymous Caller I’d like to comment on Buffalo Trace…
You know how you’re listening to somebody, and they’re looking at empty space, and you know what they’re saying would make perfect sense if you could see what they’re looking at, but it’s in their head so you can’t so it doesn’t? Sometimes calls to…