One way of making poetry is to take a text–something intended for another purpose (advertising copy works amazingly well)–and trim, and trim, and trim
You can cut and paste, erase, whatever.
Some are only the whole text, with a little difference in punctuation, and some are almost nothing but a word from here and one from there
This one’s barely anything beyond the word
Nonpareil
from the French and meaning matchless,
torn down and disassembled
Nonpareil new workers called it
Nonpareil
Nonpareil was poor
Nonpareil
fell on deaf ears
Nonpareil
was working
living were
descendents
of Nonpariel
from
Wikipedia: Nonpareil, Guyana
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nonpareil,_Guyana
Love?
you think
it’s love.
you’ve read all the books,
seen the movies;
this might be like that.
just a bit.
love they all say
is awful and
wonderful
and when this is right,
yes it is.
and nobody else
understands why
you care so much,
just like the movies and books.
but you’re not some heroine
some plastic figurine
barbie or belle
cinderella;
you’re not your friends
or the women in movies
and this may be
how it feels
you think
it’s love.
