this is one of the first conversational poems I made. I used quotes from people (in black), and wrote my own thoughts in between (in gray). when I showed it to people, what usually happened was they stopped reading it after just a few lines, and became completely distracted by something else. This painting is called  Lula vs. Collar and it's by Mark Mothersbaugh. In case you don't know who that is, he is one of the main men in DEVO, and now he's rich because of his music company Mutato Muzika. He makes the music that you hear all the time on tv, commercials, video games, movies, you name it. You'd be suprised, and so would I.

This is what you did to that.
Undone and thawed out, I'm taking this with me.
I don't know which. About 16, 8, 11...do you remember when we went outside?
the girth is obtuse. Widely known and vacant. It used to be light.
"I love my contact", she said sarcastically...two or three times.
Connected dismisal ends with silence. Flashing lights Flashing lights
I don't know where she is.
                                        }SAVE ME. you're my saviour
Give it to her. That's your job.
Wait. Behind. Me. Like motion, her presence defines.
Bring light to your face, upturned, seeing through gray rectangles. Again.
You're red underneath, and beneath you are red. White on the bottom. And red.
Half of them become entranced. Understood beauty, misplaced desire. Again.
oops. the tablets affect myself. But not as much as flesh.
Impersonal or anonymous, we'll have to see. My notes take a couple minutes.
Then the review. Come in after school and do it. Go over and over and over
Again. Encased red, in blue. or green.Topped and slender. keys jingle
Like fluid, her motion can stand or flow. Mop it up. I need to get this done.
Last in line, I was staring at the air between you and me. And so it shook.