it’s my shit

(found poem: Paul Harrison’s September titles (go there & scroll down past the poems to see the original))

And Life in the Abstract and what
make sense of this or mock it well-read
hmas ovens (or oberon king of the fairies) wake some of the better,
unknown, small press poets you…
drinking my medicine whatever, whatever.
first poets the preferred leadership
polls my iron brain death
notice some of the better, famous, unknown small presses
understudy
if sooner or later (tonight) once
there was a galileo
stats and death was the metaphor.
and death was all he… not my problem (samuel taylor coleridge)
like
or
as
borneo to be the sun is
setting on the south china sea
and i’ve been interrogated, (before) in some great country
koran
burning
day
it’s the small stuff…
and that will
on
the news at the latest reading in town
admiring and now blindfold
i picture us tonight (and once) running the rag
Amobarbital
THIS THEN
sure
my definition of it
at the dealers

What do you think?