1) the poem
remained in the
hospital. people
had words. this
service surprised.
the words were
near. life is
family. we get a
church and
parade poems
across the face.
this is strange.
2) the team survives
with black roses.
dusk, the cry
for help. which
word serves this
mystery? is it
part of a poem
or a poem
in itself?
we let out
a cool dry
mutter to indicate
a brief story
in the verbal
dawn.
3) now we initiate
a talking moment.
poems talk, as they
live in hospitals.
words reek
now and then. a
careful cage
insults a bold
thought. the hospital
is a judge.
critical darkness
crowds in. we
decide to love
by staying in
expanse.
4) still poem
relaxes.
a mainstay
of envy provides
verbal cues.
a poem slightly
scores and
everyone's all right.
5) a public word
stops government
protein, which
institutes behaviourial
inversions, which
brings forth
neutral colours
to present words.
how do we stay fresh?
kindly work
the word loose, and the
drilling love
of the poem
will burst out.
6) some strange
saturation
solved many
hospital problems.
words grafted
to sense. the
sense was a
poem. thank you
for reading
in.
7) treasures
of the academy
leave some poems
alone.
8) majestic lava
toys the horizon
melting night
for the benefit
of a poem
looking out
the reader looks in
the melting begins
there
which would be
enough
if we weren't
so tried
9) dawn
pops the poem
into a dialogue
that slows us
sways us
looms over us
and trash bins
rumble
a streak
in the sky
10) river
inveighs with
saturated cold push
dawn
becomes electronic
among differing lights
passing
cars pass
the rivering landscape
the dumpster
is emptied
precisely now
11) remembered poem
from spurred climb
up above the lowdown
into abstracted colour
remaining on course
with a river
a spread of colour
a data bank
of stuff
all called poem
or the hospital
thereof
12) I can see that the sun
illuminates many things.
this chocolate muffin,
part of the divine.
13) the sun guzzles
strychnine as the day
wears on, blackens,
and dreams of Tom
Cruise, homeboy metre,
Paris and Paris Hilton
mush, thoroughfares
and other oddities
fed by impulse. is the
strychnine delicious?
all pictures are
imperfect.
14) ample sun
supplies a place
to stay, a chair
to sit in. the
sun can manage
to melt visions
into any brain,
the amorphous
accomplishing a
solidification
by which naming
can begin. let's
call it a
January day
and think of Tom Cruise.
15) bold sun, like
contract exchange
with Hollywood
luminary (no hospitals
where the stars
are concerned). purity
buys this
not influence.
many deeds begin
and occur.
16) the poem's
own hospital
rode by the river
and left everyone
mild. winter sun
seems weak
to us warriors
but it still illumines
newspapers and
magazines from
here to there, much
like Tom Cruise's
boyish smile.
we flock carelessly
and settled.
17) the hospital's poem
stutters as it
reaches blue sky,
a surface tension
and the sun moves
away.
