In the spirit of Dada (and later on, William S.), these are poems that have been created through random found text, (ie, by going through stacks of books and pulling out a phrase or sentence randomly and then stringing them together). These are some of my favorite results.
Mr. Manzi
(An automatic poem)
Almost twenty-five percent
were boring and still,
differ only in detail.
I saw Mr. Manzi standing in thin air
bound by negative forces.
Dylan's comin'.
I have no need of holes for hearing
like everything else.
Ancient figures of sacred women,
they plant the seed,
invoke mother and child goddesses.
The Code
(An Automatic Poem)
And then I thought
according to the code.
as if it were not there
we have come to accept (too readily)
a prehistoric cave sanctuary.
Pay attention to the third eye
that can be felt several thousand years later.
I had a great yearning,
as a heartbeat raising power.
Everything is broken up
in favor of the domination of the ego
over everything.
Decree of Pisces
Much has spilled over;
give up all strategic nuclear branches
of Buddhism.
Continuing the habit,
the converging of all required
deliberate plannng.
Confucius roams within;
all private wants have been
autonomous law enforcement functions
and yet allow the killer to live.
Cafe Poem
Pour notes from your
guitar mixed with words scraped
from your shoe like candle
wax frozen against
the window waiting to melt
in the hot day sun. Run
to the floor the glass a smile.
Semi-Automatic
I.
When Dante was at home
on the horizon chanting fire
naming converts their
nimbus exploding into
patterns--beauty consists
of energy reaching
against self. Monday
offers experience
II.
Beauty terminated
chanting against the
horizon, remember Monday.
Stand against the window
reaching for yourself in a
book on fire, offers candle
for a pen to write you
name on the sun, spills
beams onto the floor mixed with
wax. Converts smile and wait
for you to ask how to walk
back to yourself
remember
