Poetica Concretica

A ratio:

Killingly/Livingly=Thrillingly

cheap poetry is a cheap game:
Which is harder on the heart?
Which is harder on the hands?
Harder on the man?
cheap poetry as a cheap game:

These things in a room:
Severed hands
severed head
Limbs apart
the color red
a bomb
a mask
a man in pain (oh god the pain)
the soldiers knife
the thrill
the gory glory
and the pain.

And what's the name of this room?

Across the hall these things in a room:
ecstatic souls
a joyous day
the color white
a dove
and roses
sweaty night
heart in bloom
same in womb
some pointless fight
Severed hands
severed heads
severed hearts
sorry souls
and pain of being apart.

What's the name of this room?

Each room is empty fill it up!
And which is harder on the heart?

postlude concrete

on my desk:
blue bottle
Metronome
pencil
eraser
14 "cd"s
8 markers
nicor bill
ComEd bill
Photograph of my sister
Cell phone
Tea
Note pad
lamp
computer
In my head this poem:

A dead man.
Take a skull.
cover it in paint.
rub against canvas.
skull against canvas.