Death and Tacos Erasure Poem
Death and Tacos Erasure Poem
after Nathaniel Whittemore
Waiting for my number to be called
Foot against a curb
hold your breath?
like Louis Armstrong
How much better
giving gracious consent See ya
Death sad sack of lonely-self slumped somewhere
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That last cluster words in the last line really sings the blues. I love bringing in Loui Armstrong. Intriguing and effective.
Nice erasure! I’ve written one recently and want to do more.
Erasure/strikethrough poems make me work out the puzzle. How can I relate the message clearly while I carve out the flotsam. Can I make the message the opposite of what was originally intended by the poet.
The “see ya” leading into that last line…chef’s kiss!
Thank you for sharing this.
Love “hold your breath?/like Louis Armstrong”!
Love “Death sad sack of lonely-self slumped somewhere”