a tall box

well, I forgot to post last night so maybe I'll do two today. I was thinking about why I write this stuff and basically it comes down to escapism. Theres nothing wrong with that. later I'd like to describe in more detail the different themes that I thought about through the years at the MFA as I wrote this stuff. Anyway heres another poem selected at random from a book dated April of 03:

a sneeze
becomes a breeze
as soon as the trees
pay their fees
to the power company
which makes a pretty penny
selling power to any
tree that has an electric fan
with a motor made from a can
which can turn a sneeze
into a breeze