Twitter Collage Poem
He gets to the sandwiches at the lock-up first
fruitlessly to find meaning in spilled coffee grounds.
Sing out if you want to spend a bit of time -
in my youth my patience is limited.
Shivers of unendurable glee
brutally encased in formaldehyde.
It ain’t just the Aussies who produce dire pop songs;
feel free to send info on must do’s in Israel.
Off to drink Sangria in the park, then I’m off to the zoo -
they’ve been given an order and are openly insubordinate.
Everybody already has their lines prepared and it’s
these carry me along on a stream of sporadic notes.
Vaguely shaped like a rack of ribs: if I’m not interested in
something anymore then no one else should be interested either.