This is my favorite so far. The poem was originally an assignment for a writing academy. You had to pick a favorite poet and emulate the style. I chose e.e. cummings, not an easy dude to imitate. At the time I had nothing. A few weeks later, driving across the Birmingham Bridge, I was inspired. Wrote the whole thing in one swoop on a napkin, sitting in my car on Carson Street. The second quote is from the same poem!
a world of leadDay 10.
is not a world of writing-
praise dead trees and rainforests, happy ink and
blood, but never this infine example of
hyperwesternization
hey, there's a hell
of a good thought process next door, let's go.
Yay space!
-s.
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