Improv Poesy

A couple of years ago, at a party in/for the East Bay, there was a guy with a little portable typewriter, selling poems he would write before your eyes. You could specify the subject, but I didn't.

Clouds of Today

tomatoes the case for the letter e
at the end of your name is born
in syntactical accuracy we wont
be kept silent forever but we
are willing to listen to the
summer if she offers us
fruits from her eden