The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.

This week’s poem is There was in cranes. I hope you enjoy it!   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 … Continue reading The Monday Poem – There was in cranes.

Martin – A Fluxus Style Chance Poem

seems to have made a few verbal changes through his ankle, exactly similar. Re-settling them on an unquestioning pair of shoulders, the annihilation of a nation however, back to the table, the future or the dark-haired girl from the what had happened, and in which one becomes aware of facts and ideas which to him, molehill here and coming towards him across long  interval of peace during his bomb had fallen altered, the eyes could give you away dear. Was perfectly possible. He had been suspected of countless hysterical and heretical tendencies. The records too much. But to tell him with a damned impersonal screen, is the definitive and final third edition, they’re good enough, prefer to … Continue reading Martin – A Fluxus Style Chance Poem