KID WISDOM

browsing books
stacked between stairs
i mind-touch them
i instinct-weigh them

by spines
and colours
and names
and font

when a ten year old 
says to me
        YOU WRITE POETRY DONT YOU ?
i nod / say
        BUT I DONT READ IT MUCH
he says
        YOU SHOULD THO SHOULDNT YOU ?

so today i take 
a doorstep 
of Harold Norse
to the white room
with my failing guts

when i come out
i have left 
my trousers behind
and i write 6 poems
of which this is one 

 from acousticlevitation.org

WHAT S A POEM ?

i am full of doubt
unsure
and
lost

is this the start of a poem 
and
has it a point
to be revealed ?

i have a book by harold norse
the cover is marked
the mark is shaped like a lightning bolt
it looks like it comes from his nostril
flashing out onto his stern moustache

are there poems in here ?
it says there are poems in here

theres one that seems to be
an innovative
description of ejaculating in nature

thats a poem !

my efforts seem small town today
maybe i need a wider brush
more garden sitting
and
less
tv

i garden sit
no tv

now i know what a poem is !

a resistance of formality
an untamed yelling thought
caught
fresh
in
its
creation 

before habit diffuses it 
into another bland pigeon hole

before its pinned down and spayed
by domestication
history
peers
or
wine

harold in the 1950s from haroldnorse.com