Saturday, December 01, 2012

Poems

Something about Sally Thomas's excellent work unfortunately triggered a part-memory that I've been struggling to recall for two days. It's a poem from this truly unforgettable work



and I can't find the poem online, which is bugging me. It had something to do with being gnawed by trout. The lines went something like,

"And all my somethings are being somethinged out
And my Somethings are being gnawed by the trout."

The rhyme was definitely Out/Trout.

An ear for verse can be a major pain, if what gets stuck in your head is really, really bad verse. I still have Post Traumatic Syndrome regarding Danielle Steele's book of poetry.

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