A Hysterical Poem | final version

Instead of contacting a good poet
I chose four stanzas from a poetry machine
on the corner of Tuwim and Staff Streets

I put them in chalk paper
so that they they did not stick to me
as they were a bit obscene

And then I galloped across the town
for a melange at Miron's
who was to celebrate his 100th anniv. next year

Alas, he was absent at my home,
absent in any home belonging to him
and when I thought I would never meet him

he turned out to be
in an out-of-the-way place
unmarked and unilluminated

Like a true genius