Saturday, April 11, 2009

poem in the iterative mode

THE SHIPS SHALL SINK WHERE THEY MAY WHERE THEY FALL


Okay what is the nature of this thing. What is the nature of this thing. What is the nature.
Of this thing.
What.
The nature of.
This.
Thing.
Okay. What is the nature. The nature of this thing.
What is the nature of this. Of this. Of this thing.