from Blue Episodes

15. COMPOEST 4: Ukraine, Eugene-Ababa, Cancun, Yoko Ono

“People are like meat.”

If all flies bye, They used to
the world will colour our
fly off too. windshields.

You’ve been an American* too long, New Flower.
Time to step outside the Hotel Zone onto the People’s bus.

Yeah, I’m a witch. What flavor are you?

A club-like sampled beat or some drone music
to blast at your neighbors.

Your poems are mine too, you know,
they wear me like hand-me-downs.

The Zone, for example, in Tarkovsky’s Stalker
or the way Beckett’s Apollinaire adds polyrhythmic texture
to your meandering off-world string section swoons.

I’m feeling upside-down in your rightside-up world.

The way a title pulls things together,
under one roof, several acts splintering.

You are a plague, in waiting.

This will go on.