so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

Sitting on a cornflake,
waiting for the van to come.
Corporation tee-shirt,
stupid bloody Tuesday.

I mean its all on the same page right? :-)

I must be missing the point surely.

In the gazing moonlight,
A man wearing jeans,
An owl flew over and ate tomato juice.

Then upon the sea,
There was noise coming from the strawberry,
The flying pigs were never seen again.

Yella Dog Went down to Natchez to ride on a Steam boat ride, the fire wouldnt cook, so he jumped off ship, swam down to New Orleans, and met Bradgalina . and spent the day. singing dooo waaahh did de dide dum dide do..

and she looookeddd gooood

damn, Michael, it's been so long since i read that William Carlos Williams poem that i'd forgotten all about the chickens! had to look it up.

OK, i'll toss one in a friend tossed off some 40 years ago that has never left me. i've always considered it a masterpiece of existential minimalism:

the hole exists
the whole doesn't

(tilsen)

"Numbers don't count." - Asimov

"Yabba dabba doo" - Fred Flintstone

it is what it is