Wikipedia Poem, No. 676
please show me anywhere
machines are pouring
out over plato’s erosion
reiterating: read this
dead dubious pink ruin
my television show
oh, pungent amphitheater!
what is poetry for? oh
pungent amphitheater
poetry for what? oh, pungent
amphitheater what a question
machines pound the ground
through string
you never notice
how all this reads across
the dubious
pink landscape
ruined by television
reiterating: read this
with my dearest erosion
show this pungent amphitheater
what poetry is for, oh
pungent amphitheater
poetry is for christmas