I enjoy finding poems. They lurk in the pages of print and mostly go unnoticed – until they’re “found,” and some can take the form of Blackout poetry. Here is one from the pages of Remarkably Bright Creatures by Shelby Van Pelt.
Hazardous Situation
hazardous situation sucks ~
a stepladder
snipped-off stems
purple flowers
ladder
snakes
gloves……
…..there’s your answer:
not even
the thought of booze
(this poem was found on page 30 of Shelby Van Pelt’s Remarkably Bright Creatures)
Common Threads 