prose poem

this piece is from my self published King Of Oafs collection (c) 2000 - Echo Park Books. it is a prose poem, one of the many "forms" i have experimented with over the years. along with montage, it is one of the forms i enjoy using.

THE BOX I DID NOT OPEN

the box i did not open at first: caressing the rough corners as if it were your laughter. wrens of the feeder with a curiosity i could not sustain.

i expected the roar odor of imported perfumes. BUT was rather greeted by the stench of cigar smoke. (Damn the postal clerks in Topeka, they who held the rough edges before me.)

the box i did not open at first. magic exude. it was satisfaction enough knowing ...