Ian Hatcher

work is a kind of burden eating the soul

please take my phone number and home as ransom
she can see what you do in the cave Office or Desktop .

girl, you are something of nothing and everything
Down For A line From the bottom of the club
salamander stir on the balcony in which he'll smoke a whole pack of long red clove cigarettes

l pass future in a second

Opening Sources is an internet poem written continuously by anonymous authors. You may click any word and alter it to whatever else you'd prefer. Your changes will appear instantly to anyone else with the site open and be visible to subsequent readers.

You are encouraged to try to "improve" the poem you found here. What this might mean is up to you.

The writing process began in April 2008. Edits are not monitored for content or logged. Once overwritten, previous versions of the poem disappear forever.

On occasions this poem is read live as a performance. In these events, the poem is projected on a screen and the audience is invited to edit the text while it is read aloud repeatedly. A loop of feedback forms as the audience takes uncertain control over its collective voice.

— Ian Hatcher / ianhatcher.net