“It is as if you are writing in a beautiful new language that utilizes English vocabulary and syntax but is not quite decipherable to an ordinary speaker of the language.” ~Steve Kowit, In the Palm of Your Hand: The Poet’s Portable Workshop on the technique of cross out poems, which involve circling or crossing out random phrases from a variety of newspapers, magazines, and poems, then mixing the phrases together to create something new. To read a much better description, with examples, consult Mr. Kowit’s inspiring book.
Fortune and sweet smelling waves
tell the history of summer,
rain and words falling like open blossoms
formless as a mist on your hair.
Rosemary and peaches, deep blue air
and ten thousand books
full of the philosophy of kids
which dictates something for lunch
(meaning pastries and cakes)
days of board games and the virtues
of winning a second round.
The next moment,a parking lot
covered in moss
nothing but oaks westward
into the silent woods
and down to the water’s edge.
Pleasant, a romance shimmering.
She grew still for a moment,
like touring the Swiss Alps
knowing when to yearn, dressed for home,
holding a ticket stamped Open Return.
Across the street,
this new world wasn’t easy in the air.
They said it was a path to the sky,
direct and westward, into.
But what proof do we have?
Silence and the warm wind.