Jody's Notes
Another one of those poems I try not to write too many of: building the poem out of a single (extended) image. Somehow it feels like a failure to me. Like I ran out of energy or something. Didn't have any idea how to go on.
I republished this poem in The Lust for Blueprints.
The flame licks the log
(a tongue roped to its meal).
The crumbs smolder
black all around
(a child sick on ice cream).
© 1999, 2001 Jody Azzouni