orange glow

exercise #3

i'm not sure about the quality of these poems. they certainly aren't indicative of my style. i'm more interested in the process, so maybe i should tell you about that. for this exercise i had to eat dark chocolate and hum on the subway. it is interesting to unquestioningly obey instructions in pursuit of poetry. so on the subway for nine stops i wrote nine words, and from those 81 words made this poem. it is hard not to see this as just a string of random words i wrote down while under the influence of chocolate in a subway. and yet i also thought about these words, edited them, extrapolated meaning from them. and so now, also, these words seem meaningful. they create a story for me.



"orange glow"

i feel orange
time travelling
stuck in the middle
only be, stop
wake now into something

the forward stripe
of my fake face
leans toward a
tiny absolute grave
almost born

soothe, eat
some what salve
strange meat
like jade soles
keeping me from solve

when will i dig
in sand and air
to stop the slow creep
bring the fire
make ton come

then orange glow
will comb, transform
try into must
stop time burst
up sky