My SPAM Haiku Duet
Four yellow letters
On a tin can field of blue
Not the email kine
Best with pork and beans
Fried spam on rice with mayo
Can't be forwarded
I know ya get it... not the e mail kine letters you can forward... right?
All forms of art conspire to become music...
Think about it... rhythm, line, form, flow, textures and colors and on and on and on til it vibrates the air... the hair in your ears... tickles your mind and moves your heart and soul...
On a tin can field of blue
Not the email kine
Best with pork and beans
Fried spam on rice with mayo
Can't be forwarded
I know ya get it... not the e mail kine letters you can forward... right?
All forms of art conspire to become music...
Think about it... rhythm, line, form, flow, textures and colors and on and on and on til it vibrates the air... the hair in your ears... tickles your mind and moves your heart and soul...
