If you want to read my ‘poetry’

January 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

If you want to read my poetry, go onto the mountain, go up the mountain and put your spectacles on.

This is a poem. The sky is one big beautiful. And the beneath is a conclusion. Moral ending.

Don’t go to halftown, or the downtown, or the almosttheretown.

Don’t go to the bus shelter opposite where the mice knaw at her handbag and tickle her nail polish.

Don’t go to Prague on the pretense of a one-way.

Don’t bring spare shirts.

Go up into the mountain.

Go where the rock is person.

The person is brown.

The brown is world.

The world is living.

And when you get home, pick the package up, and hang it. Inside is a child’s glove and a jar of pickles.

Why would you open it?

Now you know it.

Now you know it.

And the world is your living.


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