Violently Interrupted Poem

Somewhere the ferries have capsized. A telephone has informed that the angel
is the primordial and only being.
this is the week I take notes.
today I’ve learned something new. I write down everything I see.
every single thought.
if there exists an enemy of poetry then,
in this case, that would be me.
should you somehow manage to get rid of the alluvium
you may get struck by definite meaning.
just like the teeth of some singer/model/actress, for instance
Vesna Pisarovic. the selection is by no means random.
she knows what phonemes are
and that meaning is relentless.
you may succeed in finding the right question. for instance when
our celebrities will start adopting children. when the techno
revolution of boredom will consume its first child.
somewhere the ferries have capsized. the angel cannot come out of the receiver.
this is the week I take notes and I’m trying
not to leave anything out.
water is dripping in the kitchen.
four weeks ago the cherries blossomed. I’m listening to the radio that says
there’s no significant change in the weather and no significant change
in anything else.
the stars are smiling and entering our houses via horoscope.
meaning comes in waves, just like it should
or shouldn’t.
the ferries have capsized.