Poems about Concentration for People Who Can't Concentrate

Imagine a deer in headlights.
Loop that image.
Now imagine watching the loop.
  
  
You're at your desk.
You can't concentrate.
Imagine if not concentrating
was concentrating.
  
  
That time you took drugs
and thought a piece of tin foil stapled to the wall
was a fish tank. But why
was there a piece of tin foil stapled to the wall?
  
  
Two people, naked, in a gondola
suspended over Mt. Blanc.
Lightning strikes the tower, shorting the wires.
Wind and snow shake the gondola.
The two people are you
and your infant daughter.
  
  
You're trying to think about your child
but you keep thinking about yourself.
Imagine you're the child.
  
  
Imagine you're a gondola in a blizzard.
Imagine the blizzard is inside the gondola.
Let go of the wire.
Chapbook of Poems for Morton Feldman
P. Scott Cunningham
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Chapbook of Poems for Morton Feldman

P. Scott Cunningham

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