Return to the old school
those spacy rooms
bourgeois furniture
plants sundry
crust habits
installation institutions
structures heavy
sag me to my
sore profounds- but
shine a floodlight i
may only - not
a searchlight, candle
or reading lamp
although the
last waits in the corner
of hypnosis installation
the hypnotizer is
clicked on, brings
unlived moods, far
views, unlived but
yearned hopes into
the small spacy chamber
if chamber be expanded
swapped for a tiny but
roomy wordly - fresh
air and worldlight
streaks and flashes-
(like a) flasher, streaker
and mooner - not
a mingy mincing mooner
but a proud one.
i bring triomino, uno,
ligretto, carcassonne
scotland yard
into these small spacy
murky
hypnotic chambers
aquarells i strengthen
Fruits of midnight
blind scrawl painting
with marie. oh weeeay bless
push the dust
away.
uno is known
nursery play
Michael Witkowski
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/aulde-schole/
