The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.

This week’s poem is There was in cranes. I hope you enjoy it!

Fluxus

Fluxus

 

There was in cranes. by Jay Snelling

 

Cellophaned flowers.

To look forward to it was an astonishing feeling of a high degree.

Staging each

one by hand.

Directors of gardens,

their relationship to the towering tempest in over 2000 plastic theatres

created a production by the name of

Margaret.

She sat by Neptune and they created poultry,

and dogs with names of Mars and Fire.

They were interested,

to London they flew for a

line and shine

until ending.


I use chance methods to create my poetry and I’d love to hear from others who do the same!

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