Lying in a Hammock at Blue Mountain Center

The cords are strong
a loose weave strung
between white pines.

Now I will offer
a transcript of today’s news
and you’ll know it

as conceptual poetry
as this hammock
is a plagiarism

of all other hammocks
in all poems & the world.
My dream of originality

a copy
of an idea
no one had.

Like everyone
“I have wasted my life.”

Magpie day
mockingbird night
cuckoo mind