Clearing out the old, a bit of magazine housekeeping. This found poem, composed of phrases from an article about baseball in an airline in-flight magazine and, from a fashion magazine, a makeup article about Kate Winslet.
Show up.
It’s not going to be perfect right away
Picture all those collisions
with the old guard
with the last year
the roots are too heavy.
You are always Trying
with stolen faces
tubes of lipstick
and family money.
Just stop.
Go back to the beginning
feel the night
how it softens
past Time
how it opens itself
to darkness. Perfect.
There is no such thing
as Finished.
Puff Of Smoke Poems 