I started a poem.
deserted carousels, intestines
of video, wide ribboned eyes waiting for
the garden like faded teddies memory attempted
to spin the image out&out
I broke this video with a blunt knife.
It bled on the sofa and now it's red.
Collect the drugged eyes of movies
We don't come for the pictures.
Life for memory and ornament,
round&round death cutting straight on its motor-
I finished a poem.