looking through old poems...find this one interesting, needs work I think. MY ARGUMENT WITH GRAMMAR Natures conjunctions are invisible, everythings conjoined, and language only a dimwitted mimic running behind. Adjectives, adverbs stroll down the street not modifying, but glued into the very atoms of nouns, and nouns themselves are verbs, of course, for everything passes. Where is the prepositional phrase, in the room? I dont see it hanging around the neck of the man standing over there. Is there a complete sentence anywhere in vivo? Maybe, but then only one! Can anything be misspelled there? I come up from my notebook frustrated. The grammar of Existence cant be caged.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Jul 2014 14:18:44 +0000
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