I love this poem by Hoa Nguyen that I swiped (shamelessly!) from Chris Murray’s valentines day post over at the Tex Files.
Love calls for Hades cold cream’
Love talks in picture code
and Valentines
Let’s eat red for fun
eat tragicomedies
Epic red-love
washes all Valentines
and gets my shoes wet
Like worn addled Valentines saying
"Sorry about Janice"
Wording is important
(waver to sway quaver wave)
Love descends for literal "Hell & back" theatrics
Indeed, this is a wonderful piece. it travels right across the page, addin to the space of its dimension
‘Epic red-love
washes all Valentines
and gets my shoes wet’
sentiment in what I like to think of, as the best sense of feeling refined and released. Best wishes