Nowadays: A Found Poem
Psycho
forever
forever
HaHaHa
You did? yes.
I did infect
focus our attention,
open instead
He Stalling?
alright

Renga

Rain slides down February windows
The window panes are dusted with little rain drops
Whose ripples fade

Did the weatherman say snow again soon?
TV on, early morning breakfast

She ate strawberries and potato chips
Then watermelon watching as the fireflies began to stir
How wonderful to take off winter clothes

Socks sop up water from kitchen floor
And a hole in the toe from too many races down the train tracks

My legs will let me know enough tonight
I’ve worked long and hard for this
Will it ever come?

You can’t cut that corner without bleeding
Is it worth the risk? RUN.

Or stop and take a chance
The community chest
He had searched for this treasure his entire life asking if it was worth it

Always staring into empty hands
The lamp in the corner shedding ugly shadows in his palms

Would a fortune teller read them?
It’s right after the bridge column, after all
Two lefts and down a snowy hill into

The day you would never let go
Replays in your heart forever

Chilled raindrops on a freezing windowpane
Send a shiver down my spine
Bare feet on the floor

Feeling the cold tile beneath your feet
A song for freezing ankles


Mud splashing soaking pant legs
Hurry spring before I’m washed away
I can’t build my raft fast enough

I will finish tomorrow or the day after
When you have nothing better to do

Just open the book, mind in a trance
All sound disappears from the room
Cut like the lights before a show

Each apple slice falls to the floor
Fingers calm against the knife

Cold chills reverberate from fingertip to swirling head
Wonder if animals digging in the snow get chills?
Doubtless, it gets stuck in their pads

No time to doubt anything
He could never be sure

So he wrote the words on himself instead
Would anyone ever see the words?
It was a false hope to hold onto—that their meaning could be understood

So instead I went to the store
And I got lost in the orange of the Tide

Gutter soundtrack in shuffled studio
Small talk fills the room
Awash in the overwhelming white noise

The cat pounces at the dog on the TV screen
And the top three funniest videos are…

Playing in the theatre with old popcorn filled seats
Sneakers peeling away every time we move
Until one remains, oblivious to his solitude

The world should always be thus
Through a sliding door, seen but not felt

The cold air ran through her light night gown
Her breath thin between the sky
How could this be possible? What cloud would keep her here?

Where is the person who sees into the future now?
Probably long dead

In the willow tree forest
All the branches break in the winter
Bourn down into darkness by leaden snow

The smell of earth almost suffocating
In the void of other space

The only people left in the building
Darkness surrounds the little group in warm loneliness
Eyes lit with balefire

The moon hidden in the night
We found our way with fingertips and sound

We were on some crazy journey
Was this for real?
In my dreams the firefly always spoke to me

He spoke of his dreams, and his cousin’s son
Voice trembling on unsure tongue

Silence pressing in as the first note pours like honey from her lips
Will someone hear, or will she be like the tree falling in the forest?
Her plea falling on fauna’s deaf ears

Please don’t listen
I don’t want you to believe

There’s something below the window that would ruin this innocence
Would I be brave enough to check it out?
He deserved to be kicked out of the house