Magnetic Poetry

On the way to school in Missoula I stopped in Snowmass, Colorado to visit my Dad, his wife, and my brother who are staying at a 1.5 million dollar timeshare condo. I think we secured it for $1000 for the week. I drove a total of 24 hours; slept 11 during the duration of the trip. With all due respect, Mr. Kerouac, I am sorry but Iowa City, Iowa has the most beautiful girls in the world. The highlight of my trip occurred when I met with my life long friend Kevbo off some I-80 exit in Nebraska to smoke a huge joint of some California bud that he had from spending the summer in Saint Diego (Whale's Vagina). It was a cheerful respite and highly stoned evening driving cooly across the pastoral sprawls of Nebraska, admiring the dank air and letting the fetid yeoman odor sew its rank garment into the fabric of my life. O, how I breathed deep! Woke weirdly one morning in a truckstop when I opened my eyes and was jolted awake by the realization that I had no idea where I was nor how I got there. Sailing high as a kite across the country will joggle your sense of place. It is a splendid feeling to be back in the American West. I am anxiously awaiting my depature for Montana Saturday morning. Twelve hours to home.

Below is a poem I composed at the UM library during poetry month on their magnetic poetry board. The line for computer use backed into the lobby where the board was and there was a cute blonde waiting infront of me so I decided to mention to her the joy of magnetic poetry and we criticized others work before beginning our own. The first line is hers (don't we all, sweetheart?) and the rest is my original composition about the visions of home life I often see and how it may be attained. It gives an accomplished feeling as a poet to be able to manipulate words existing already in a state with no form or function to a daydreamed lyrical ballad.

Magnetic Poetry:
I embrace moist pie
like seeping ice streams melt
as blue oceans bleed free color.
Heal my star kiss of steel woman;
wake my fire life over again,
flower daughter!
We joyfully
bath and celebrate
over champagne candy.
From there, a soft home
long a pictured;
vast with open cool grass.
Soon her belly changed with
baby fat.
From this is hard work
most of yr day.



Copywright 2008.