something new for you

Hey, here is the first of what I'm going to call my 'experimental poetic films.' The poem I'm reading is "untitled 4656." This whole thing's an idea I've had for some time, so I hope you guys can get into it. Bonus: I'll write a poem for anyone who can name the streets I'm walking on as I read. Dig!





text version of poem:

untitled 4656

alone alone

alone

to sit and sink

into

the night

and be inky webbed

strands

of the universe

singing oh singing

it is the day

of our lives

to become upturned car

hoods

in

the jungle