Found Poems

“Poems” found in a commercial, in a language primer, on the New York subway, and at a proofreading job, presented here with some modifications to the originals.

Commercial
help inflamed doctors
lubricate bowel movements
for greatest economy

research institute
has the ability to shrink
temporary itching in rectal form

tests also show narcotics sufferers
using preparation H
obtained painful swelling
when veins protruded in twos and threes

discontinue if stimulation becomes too severe
for greatest economy
lubricate inflamed doctors
to help bowel movements have the ability
to protrude in twos and threes
when temporary narcotics sufferers
obtain painful rectal swelling
in research institute

buy preparation H
buy H
buy
bu
b

8/30/74
venezia
calliphorneea

Country Bumpkins–a series of found prose poems.

Subway Brother
I’m Irish. I do nothing. Love my brother. I’m Irish. I got one brother. One. I LOVE my brother. I got one brother. I’m Irish, I tell you. I love this man. I’m Irish. IRISH. I got ONE brother. One. ONE brother. I love this man. I’m Irish. I work for my brother. I got one brother. I’m Irish, I tell you. I don’t do a fuckin thing. I get 325 dollars a week. 1 work for my brother. I love the man. One brother, I got one brother. I don’t do nothin. I’m Irish, pal, I got one brother. One. We watch tv, play the horses ALL day long. I don’t do NOTHIN. I’m IRISH, I tell you. Got one brother. Wow, I really love this man. One brother, I got one brother. One. I got a brother livin at the corner of Kings Highway and Ocean Parkway. He owns FOUR buildings. I love my brother. I got one brother. I’m Irish. I got one brother. I’ve got one brother, I’m Irish. He’s got two supers for four buildings. I’m one of them. I don’t do NOTHIN. I got one brother. I love my family, ray wife. I got two kids. I love my kids, I love my wife. I got one brother. I love him. Oh God, I got one brother. ONE brother. Hey, pal, I‘m Irish, pal, got one brother. Oh I love him so much. I love him. I’m Irish. I got one brother. I make 325 dollars a week for doin NOTHIN. I work. I don’t do nothin. Don’t do a fuckin thing. Drink a little beer. I’m Irish, I got one brother. I love my brother. One brother. I love my brother. I love him. I love my wife. I got two beeyouteefull kids. My brother, he’s beautiful. So beeyouteefull. One brother. I love him. I’m Irish, not Italian. I’m no nigger. I’m Irish, I got one brother. One. I’m Irish, pal, I got one brother. My brother’s so beautiful. He’s got a beautiful wife. He’s got beautiful kids. I don’t do NOTHIN. I love my brother. One brother. I got one brother. ONE brother. I LOVE my brother. I’m Irish, pal. I got one brother.

(Heard, more or less, on a New York City subway car in about 1975.)

3 Work Poems