The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for April 2002
Two fragments
(memories)
1.
like the
woman
wearing black gloves
typing in the
foreground
[and all of spacetime
set
in the background]
2. (a revelation)
vision of
how
we’re strapped
to the wheel
of time by our
plans
abandon
the future
the
key
to the
present
an old woman
fat, limping along
with a wry
grin
she’s alive
on this
day
[is going to
the postoffice
to mail
a letter a
plan
is
breathing in
taking
your
pills]
the wheel rotates
whether
we’re on
it or not, so
pack up
your sorrows
March 2002