How To FuckPluck one juicy, well greened lettuce from the soil
Shake vigorously, till all insects are loose
Turn lettuce in on itself, white out, green in
The veins in the plant will be yours
Young hands on the plant will be his
Sleep in soil amid vegetable and worms
-Instead of picking words from a hat, i decided to try my hand at automatic writing (you know, instead of automatic painting?) I think it worked out ok. Its quite Dadaist in its obscurity and the photo shop photo montage kind of just reinforces the title of the poem...and the lettuce.
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