you do not need thoughts – only scissors
to clip the intriguing words
out of magazines and newspapers.
Bag them. Shake them. Then spill them out.
It’s all about smashing syllables
to extract a meaning out of them –
an easy-to-build language collider,
and a poet leading from behind.
Fight as hard as you can the temptation
to tell a story – it stands no chance
of surviving, even if you dare
enact it and call it your life.
Things just happen, which means
happen randomly – so should words:
self-contained, divorced from syntax,
never molested by happy-ends.