A hippy threw his beads away and 'phoned his dad.
A pig went for a joy-ride in his panda car.
I can no longer remember where
This all started,
A smile
I’ve seen somewhere before,
Would an abstract poem start again where ever you looked.
What kinds of statements would get you hooked.
In a room with tall windows, where he could see the garden,
With his books and contraptions, paintings and carvings,
what sweet alchemy this is.
swirling together of ethers and dirt
Walls of stone, old,
cold as fear, bone deep,
I looked for her in the city,
I met an alien today,
Insect-organic, viscous-metallic,
When I was an ordinary person I did extraordinary things
And could not understand why I had done them.
