a found poem is never alone long

in mundane grin walk again
talk in paradox or spin
rocks toss wild drop pen
child of you taken on the chin
pattern sprung of buttered lips
quips without cause attention
sunshines channel newsclips
lapse of a tunnel of pretension
instantly a project inspires
wires to protect and water provide
aught to ride or midnight choirs
light fires abed then hide
now out of a hat the thread unstitch
that somehow shouted and said who's rich

Thom Olsen


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