first cut-up of my own books*

Media can’t keep up with all the killing
car doors swing open on Portage Avenue
I do not find this reassuring though there are
days filled with ants and rot the wild geese are gone.
Inclined to the sky the Cockshut wheel reels in the blue
heaven by the kitchen window, I am on my way.

Watch the wind wave we’ve come at this
all wrong two children on foot scooters
notice I am short a foot my body says scream
taking my pain to bed, Oh Linda I see the machine
hidden fury behind pillars of love I want the highest
resolution the beam so hard to remove.




* I have a cut-up poetry manuscript in progress. Three sections. This one is from cut-ups of all my own books, my words in phrases, in a box dipped into randomly. The other sections include the first with War & Peace, Peace shall destroy many, Sexus, Naked Lunch. The middle one is to be announced later.

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