i didnt invent found poetry

i find a poem in the coffee shop, yo el ray, and while the sign on the bookshelf says "please read the books here, dont take them home" it says nothing about whats found INSIDE the books. so i stuff it in the pocket of my moms brown vest and ride off into the stark grey day, past the police station, the elementary school, past rachies house, over the bridge erin and i used to play under, past the mobile home park i took piano lessons at aunty jeans house, past homeplate with the best milkshakes where you stink the rest of the day from the deep fryer, to cp's house where we make quesadillas and watch real housewives for hours until i ride home, over the other bridge past carries parents new house and the golf course where i used to meet him in the middle of the night and never told anyone, and today it makes me think of b and a film and its dark and mysterious and magical, past my old preschool and so and so's parents where we used to party and n.oak street and calistoga high school to lake street where my mother and gramere are waiting for me with the cats and the dog and their funny pajamas and my moms funny shoes with springs in the heels that she got in like italy or something. and in my pocket all this time is the poem, reading it now i cant remember what i liked about it. but maybe you can find something. (ah i remember, the first line i like best)



no wonder she rips rooftops and throws cars

stiff section sheet howl
awning whip flap drip spray
slap against bar corner table window

army ant trail slime pulse
run shimmer grey down
night time lamp post

three inch drops splash road
like infinite reload bullets hitting
street from drunk cloud earth painters

premature leaf try finger hold on spaghetti oak limb
caught by late cold after early spring sun pretend
jerk like fish trying to spit hook in wild epileptic death throw

a dark wet exquisitely frightening natural uproar
nature shouting bending breaking dancing in wicked ballet
killing itself for ovation applause

i look around pointing back in wide eyed wonder
for any recognition but
all are locked in medicated hypnotic stare
toward torpid television commercial




now i remember...i like it ALL...thank you to whoever put this there for me to find.