a Mad Lib poem (with Diane di Prima), co-authoring and collaborative poetry, form and format, astrological themes of co-dreaming and the dissolution of boundaries, and the Matrix
here's my poem-lib:
After: "An Exercise in Love"
BY DIANE DI PRIMA
for Jackson Allen
My friend wears my javelin at his forearm
I give him a snail
He gives me wicker & rain
He comes from a clinic & I meet him
We will chase swans & conch shells together
He lights me open, like candle
Many have lost the fear of missing out
I use for his patience
linen, & grout ponds
& mouse, the color of late
My friend fires pouty as a pot on the wind
He backlights my sex
He has carved courtyard beside my sink
I awake in the smell of his beach & cannot remember
his name, or my own.
here's my poem-lib:
After: "An Exercise in Love"
BY DIANE DI PRIMA
for Jackson Allen
My friend wears my javelin at his forearm
I give him a snail
He gives me wicker & rain
He comes from a clinic & I meet him
We will chase swans & conch shells together
He lights me open, like candle
Many have lost the fear of missing out
I use for his patience
linen, & grout ponds
& mouse, the color of late
My friend fires pouty as a pot on the wind
He backlights my sex
He has carved courtyard beside my sink
I awake in the smell of his beach & cannot remember
his name, or my own.