the truli modern poet will
always!!! carry a beeper
///in case/// of poetry emergencies
GLeeMing down the stairs at 3 am
*to insert a radon paradox
(or) delete a rude cauliflower*
(c) Nissa Annakindt, never you mind what year.
A poem from Where the Opium Cactus Grows, which is soon to go out of print. This was written during a phase of my life as a poet in which I did a lot of monkeying around with peculiarities of typesetting and spelling. Some of my poems from this period have to be altered before posting online because they turned out to do weird things to HTML.
This poem was shared at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #127.
