"If angels lodge inside
us, they feed on details."

The devil is also in the details.

In this case the angels swallowed the devil,

leaving a mulch devilishly hard to sort out

Hi Richard, I thought the poem was pretty much pitched past pitch of pluperfect, personally.

Grasshopper:

What we drink in drinks us

What we dream dreams us.

Excerpted from:

Carlos Casapolloloco’s

“A whacky way of knowledge”

I did enjoy the poem; I like the way it whisks me along. The Spanish gives a nice little lyrical lift at the end of those fourth lines that I missed in the last two stanzas. Spanish is a beautiful language.

Taken out of context, those two lines do look a little like broom straw Buddhism. I wrote a little make up verse.

What we drink in drinks us

What we dream dreams us.

What we think in thinks us

What we theme themes us

What we stink in stinks us

What we scheme schemes us

What we meme in memes us