Hyde Out

Coffee-dyed index card serves as my canvas for this poem collage.

Coffee-dyed index card serves as my canvas for this poem collage.

I pinch words from a tin and paste them into a free-form, stream-of-consciousness poem. This is the result of this one:

Hyde Out

they celebrated his Golden Feline makeup prize in city boss walls
How executive You dream, really
and growers get grilled grass.
what A classic show, to town the fruits… fun
to waffle a jazz photo be bows and blew enough over nothing
I guarantees be some creamy wheel still somehow strain the same songs
at best testily exists and mile Maria
Don’t Help
I’ve receive an acre of recent Love of her field

As Johnny Carson would say, “Weird wild stuff!”

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