poetry

Impossible Readings; Brooklyn, NY

Here is a poem:

I would sit in the sun if there were some.
And there was some.
If there were some grass it would not be a lemon.
A lemon would be placed on a metal chair.
The metal would be not iron. Maybe.
And I would be chain smoking the snow.
The grass would be melting the sun.
And the lemon would be going slowly.
The universe would be this.
Every part moves slowly.
The sun would situate the trees.
The lemon would spread through the trees.
The lemon would spread.
And I would be not yellow.
By the Light of the Nerve Lantern; La MaMa, NYC
By the Light of the Nerve Lantern; La MaMa, NYC
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