Be warned. This is extremely dumb.

I’ve been thinking about concrete poetry. Not concretely, just generally. It happened after I snapped a snap of concrete. I thought I’d produce a concrete concrete poem.

Concrete poetry

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                              e  t  e  ___

Yeah. I know. Shoot me and pour me with concrete.

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Posted by Mara Eastern

I'm a sardonic blogger, snapper, scribbler and rhymer; a virtual space invader who indulges in cheerful negativism, morbid self-deprecation and bleak humour.

6 Comments

  1. ahh-haaa- haaa, I see it started to set before it hit the bottom !

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    1. Yep. I can’t do concrete or concrete poetry either but I had my fun with this!

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  2. I thought you formed it up well, poured gently and you were aware that once on the ground the stuff needed to be shaped…..

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    1. I know nothing about concrete or concrete poetry, but it just spontaneously occurred to me I could have some fun with it, and I did 🙂

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