I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book. - Groucho Marx

Frankpoem


by Laurence Lillvik
Feb. 24, 2012
There was a time
before language,
but that doesn't
mean Frank don't 
speak. I threw rocks
at wasps nests too,
didn't you? Those
things they grow,
but sunlight is no
factor. Allies in the
Unifactor, handily
come, but some-
times have paws. 
Ah, the frogs recite
Shakespeare, and
Manhog is the brunt.
Beware the Whim,
tho with Pupshaw
and Pushpaw we
can all begin anew.
Like Frank, who's
forgotten again, and
the dangers accrue. 
Laurence Lillvik was born in Hawaii, grew up in New Jersey, and has been making ends meet in Portland, Oregon since 1995. He's a poet and aspiring novelist who's dabbled in rock and roll with The Lawn, collaborative noise-making with The People's Tongue, and currently plays guitar and writes songs with his wife in The Geese.
In 2010 he co-founded The Cartophile Imprint, an umbrella organization attempting to remap the infinite via frequent releases of print-on-demand literature, downloadable music/field recordings, internet radio/podcasts and homemade art.
Tongues Tied To Anchors is his first collection of poems.  

http://thecartophileimprint.com