One million elephants couldn't begin to understand

January 11

 

Goodness, Beethoven
wrote a lot of stuff
didn’t he? (That’s easy for you to say.)

January 10

 

I think perhaps the elephants have put their heads together
and finally worked it out

January 9

 

I doubt the
loose change in my
pocket will
be enough to see me
through

January 8

 

A feather among stones
Afraid to be alone

January 7

 

Press the poetry button and you may receive only short and twattle verses (Rabelais says)

January 6

 

Photograph taken – never recovered
Commentary my word as usual – a metallic irony

January 5

 

Crowd wine
Cloud the music
Entertaining no weather to speak of –

January 4

 

Sun – Moon
May arose
Late morning fanfare –

January 3

 

Inexorably traversing not only the downhill
But also the uphill because there’s no choice

January 2

 

So many stranded hulks left to perish
As meaningful movement in the early morning becomes more difficult
For they are forged of insubstantial metals