Hello symbolism!

I am lush, this morning, someone must have had a dream with loofers hanging from trees and a painting of me and a hologram of me and a woodcock with my face. The heel of my foot is pistachio-green;

Rise above the Roman Catholic Cathedral and push off towards the balconys of the waffle-stack estate.

Hang around outside the YMCA until a boy with a static haircut takes you by the string.

This poem is a univocalism, which means it only uses one vowel throughout. In this case 'i'. This is one of the forms employed by those wacky chaps at Oulipo, ouvrir de literature potentiale.

Karen pulls up opposite, chopsticks clicking as though making a scarf from her udon noodles; our three minutes pass in excruciating knit one purl one chit chat.

We brought back sincerity in the light of a joke about giant inflatable minorities having televised battles:

A prose poem. I like to imagine my girlfriend alone, ordering ravioli in the café where they know her name but mispronounce it.

There was enough room for a sparrow to perch in the waiter’s earlobe. A sparrow, its ears burning, flew in through the back door, bounced on the windows, and then left.