Poems from Woodburn21
You are boundless andI enslaved; you want limitsAnd I your freedom.
lush gardenias bowing
under all their weight
silver lined plates bearing
exotic cuisines from all over the world
taffeta trains billowing...
he talked lots about Dadaism art
i understood not one thing about it
except that it was anti-art
like our relationship
was anti-commitment...
i.
the cacophony
of capitalism mutes
the euphony of birds
ii.
you can still hear it
the harmonizing of birds against
the white noise of...
hanging like little cosmic clouds
not knowing
how transiently they will be pruned
to adorn synthetically scented rooms