Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Savants (poem)

Combinations of numbers
slip through our teeth
as we puzzle over
addresses as phone numbers
and birthdays as graduations
We slap hands down
quicker than the draw
to see who knows what
and at the moment before
silver bullets of numeric logic
split skulls
we shrug off
the indecision and talk
about spelling.

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