Found Poem


It’s August, MotherFuckers! 

Image is a found poem, the books as they rest on the shelf.
Words not my own.
Ears On traffic.
Time Taken two seconds.
Brain On synchronicity.


This entry was published on August 7, 2012 at 9:59 pm and is filed under August, Poems, Seattle, Self-Portraits. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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  1. Hal Davis on said:

    The bookshelf reflects the brain. This is a fine shelf (though the Jacobs is a marginal waste of time).

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