Spam into Gold*
Emil Bass
sent me an email
titled--
(i do not lie)
irretmievable blackbifd nwnru
which galvanized my opening
wonderstruck--
what could this mean?
Predictable as gas
emissions from a hack pol
she says
she's outgoing,
sexy and spontaneous.
At once I understood the title:
the time taken to read it
is as irretrievable
as a blackbird in the wind.
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* - Spam is a metaphor for sin and the human condition, which attempts to bring to light the surface wastefulness of how we spend our time. My goal is to 'de-paganize' spam, by bringing out any innate but unseen beauty that might lurk within; by changing it from an homely sales pitch to a homely poem (though a poem completely shorn of profit motive). Spam is constructed of words, and the English language is beautiful.
Reminds me of a song...(to the tune of "Song, Sung Blue"):
Spam-sprung blues, ev'rybody knows 'um;
Spam-sprung blues, ev'ry garden grows one.
Me and you are subject to some spam now and then,
But, when you take the spam and make a poem,
You take the spam again, spam it out again.
Sorry, I must be reading way too much spam.
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