by Bill Yarrow
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A version of this poem appeared in Ramshackle Review 3.
Thank you, Mark Reep!
The title is a variation of the title of an essay by Henry Miller, "Money and How It Gets That Way." The title of Miller's essay was taken from a phrase in a letter he got from Ezra Pound.
This poem appears in my chapbook FOURTEEN (Naked Mannekin, 2011).
The poem appears in Pointed Sentences (BlazeVOX, 2012).
"My heart was roasted butter."
Yes, yes it was. .
Wonderful *
"roasted butter"--hm. I love the final image, it evokes at least 3 levels of appreciation and one smile. *
I remember this from Ramshackle. Loved it then, still love it. I can picture little Bill in his bow tie...*
Poetry, and how it gets that way: a rush of understanding at conclusion.
Really like this, Bill. You put us right there.
The last line is worth the price of emission.
Sorry. Had to say that. Your fault, though, channeling Pound through Miller's snappy window.
fave for the last line alone.
"and I felt like Adam's apple had just landed in my lap." Yes.
Great piece, Bill. And high praise for Fourteen.
way back then, such a nice memory.
Yup, that's what love is. Mythology, T-shirts and bow ties, vomit. Keen. *
home run Bill, again
The Bill that evokes such wonderful memories of yore.
Fave.