"The
rock incubates a
void." A bit of wisdom from a peppermint tin of
mailart by
Geof Huth and endwar.
Will Napoli writes:
Mine has the poem: show the sausage/to a peach/sweaty white flood. Although the peaches and cream implication is, well, disgusting here, I like the poem above better. I particularly like the way "a void" is created between the words that could otherwise be read as avoid. Thus, I offer:
avoid
a void
(come together)
Did I just synthesize two poems? Hmm...