I am other / sound of thunder
might / watch / the Matrix Trilogy & / drink / a 2 litre
It was high time / I got out of there
Light is a little like…
These / dots / these evil / deep, dark / drops / I / can’t / stand / them / must / stop / them
Funny-ish poems about my morning commute when I lived in Dresden, Humpty Dumpty and a Martian.
Visual poems that are basically my high school experience.
The poem was written over the imagined form of a dancing body, which was followed by tracing the dancer with the help of, you guessed it, my overhead projector.
For this group of Overhead Projector Poem-ing poems I decided I would take my fancy projector to the Wick Poetry Center.