An imagist blathers on about things of a diminutive nature
i watch tv in my dreams:
i’ve watched naked women work out to disco.
seen downtown Los Angeles through tall windows.
stared at a bathroom medicine cabinet and some pills,
even glimpsed a bearded man reading poetry to a rock.
it‘s a small tv, and i never change the channel.
oh shit you know the listening rock is real.
i saw it years ago at MOCA in downtown.
it was a video on a small screen just like the one in my dreams.
it was art on a white wall.
i dreamt of the words and i remember the poet was Korean.
i’m compelled to count it, four equal parts of something.
edward obuszewski was born in hawthorne, california, is currently employed. spends a lot of time in or near the ocean, would prefer if more of his poetry was read by strangers. has an instagram account: eobuszewski, posts lots of pictures of coffee cups.
Bill Wolak is a poet, photographer, and collage artist. He has just published his twelfth book of poetry entitled Love Opens the Hands with Nirala Press. Recently, he was a featured poet at The Hyderabad Literary Festival. Mr. Wolak teaches Creative Writing at William Paterson University in New Jersey.