with apologies to Tristan Tzara
take newspaper & scissors

you’re on your way up the purple mountain

sometimes you have to cheat
choose an article the length of your intended

you know how it is

by mistake you sit in the laughing carriage
unhorsed among damp mohair sculptures

cut the words into a bag & shake them, arrange

words in the order they escape from home
water slips down the softest window

substitute better words

change an ending or two 
endowed with a bag lady sensibility

copy conscientiously a vale of tents

sliding superfluous words 
behind barricades

the poem will be beyond the understanding

of the uninitiated, but charming like you