Random, Abstract Poetry - The Sunday Edition

I take the Brooklyn Rail newspaper and underline words and phases in the articles that catch my attention. Then circle a word or phrase for the title. It's more of a subtractive process, taking a page of words and editing down to a poem or maybe several. It's kind of backwards from the traditional process of adding words to a blank page. But it works for me. The pieces of newspaper with these random abstract poems get used as collage material in my artwork.

More Sophisticated
Running through an impulse.
My impression composed.

A group of ravens explain,
"Keep expanding connections,
Moment to moment,
Communicate reflections."

"When you want proof,
Remember the musicians."
"Tonight is like that."


The Path That Encircles
The Hospital.
A smallpox hospital.
We would get in.

We tried out best to act like seagulls.
Posing.

We reached the fence.
There were spotlights.
The warning against trespassing.
We ignored the signs and jumped.


Life Aside From When
We thought it.
Have to change it.
So polite.

A heart condition.
One leg.

I think I belong.
More time.


The Back Door
I walked through it.
Could not have been.

A jungle of bamboo trees.
A miniature desert.
There is water.
A pond.


Outside
Those secret spaces.
You taking photos?

Transfixed by the images.
On the day, the sun rose.

That day.
Already belonging.


Expect To Find
It's moment to moment.
Comprehensive energy flowing.

Going over what?
Disorganization, leaving, changing.

This world.
I imagine romance.
There's sex.


On Her Back
She was on glycerine.
More and more.

She ended up dead.
Her faith in men.

She had devoted herself to danger,
Luxuries, never had.

This world to that.
To die.


They Look So Slender
Sand placed on a vibrating plate.
Open to chaotic feeling.
He relates.

A phenomena from his shoe.
Parabolas of darkness.

I speak obliquely.
I marvel at the peach tree,
With surrealist insight.

Prone to sudden chaos.
Their impulses circulating.


A Kind Of
People remember what?
What's unformed.

I'm trying to stabilize what.
The words are turbulent.

His thoughts dissolve.
Suffering becomes.


It's All About
I asked him how.
I learned what you will find.

A beautiful, shrunken box,
In camouglage,
Filled with weeds, trash, old tires,
And people.

He is unabashed.
He does no ask,
And he doesn't have to.


Stopping Often To Compose
People in the screen.
I arrange to meet.

10:00am
The mercury calling.

My apartment looked typical.
The same width.

"Two filters open."
"infinitely easier,"
He said in German.

Asylum
You
And that.
Of and.
The is.

To and.
It's of.
Of the.
There are.

The and.
To The.


Getting Up Early
The limbic nerve.
I become acute.

A man waving.
He works there?

This time,
There was a trial.


Beers From The Store
The recruiting officer wished me luck.
I was hand-washing paper towels.

The obligatory crazy guy.
I could see them looking at me.

An item in the paper.
People could get free meals.
Opportunities I discovered.


Previously Known As Blackwell
A small section.
A tall fence.
A paved road.
A second fence.

A smallpox hospital
A trip to explore.


She Was
An unrosy person.
Who's not going?
Ogling our new walnut.