Found a poem,left by a officeron the sidewalkof an unnoticeable building.Like the City’s violation checkerstuck a vivid ticketin your windshield,but for passerby.What did the poet say?We are made of carbon,all in our current formsby chance.By creation.By conspiring.
Tag: creativity
The Sound Equivalent of Seeing Stars
My–The night wind squeaks.
Or is it the air stutters?
An odd creature is formed
aurally, out of suspension
of disbelief and also noise.
Or, parts of an unseen body
displace its environment.
Next to my air-conditioned
and incandescent filters
of walls, roof, wiring.
It is later than I have
promised myself to rest.
But I keep giving myself
extensions. Could it all
be the balancing
liquids of my skull,
my inner ears? That blank
where I am one of the few
who have no mental images.
And so must strengthen
our other senses.
New Orleans
New Orleanians won’t let you forget
you aren’t from here.
Even after a decade.
And neither does the feeling
you’re discovering a country
within a country, a separate way
people have for living
without your approval
or need for it. Coffee shops
that open after nine am
when you’re already at work.
Inspiration You Don’t Use
Don’t curse feeling too full.
Don’t get cramped or angry
that there’s always more
coming out of you.
Beauty, surprise, ideas—
you can hold them
or let them go.
They so rarely kill
and only if you let them.
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