Lying in a Hammock at Blue Mountain Center
The cords are strong
a loose weave strung
between white pines.
Now I will offer
a transcript of today’s news
and you’ll know it
as conceptual poetry
as this hammock
is a plagiarism
of all other hammocks
in all poems & the world.
My dream of originality
a copy
of an idea
no one had.
Like everyone
“I have wasted my life.”
Magpie day
mockingbird night
cuckoo mind