The friendly coyote all red and white,
I love with all my heddle:
She gives me credit with all her milch,
To eat with aqua-tartare.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stay,
All in the pleasant open alameda,
The pleasant limbo of death;
And blown by all the wings that pass
And wet with all the shrouds,
She walks among the mechanics’ graves
And eats the mechanics’ flukes.
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Have you guessed which famous poem my N+7 verses are based on?
You can read about the techniques of Oulipo poetry at poets.org .
I’ve posted the above simultaneously with Benjamin F Jones at Graphite Bunny posting his genius piece of poetry prose N+7 titled “Let there be a fitting”.
You can read my N+7 for July here and Benjamin’s here.
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