Page 16 - The Gluckman Occasional Number Three

Octologs

Eight-word
epigrams

I ate words To much,
And now Too many;
I hate words. To many,
. Too much.

Ice cream You’ll help
Watched melt Yourself if
Is time You can’t
Passed felt. Help yourself.

The tribal bible Shoppers
Is the Go shopping
Book of look. The way fish
Go fishing.

I’m taught
By flame Toward the sun
That moth’s Hanging fruit
My name. At midnight grows.