on finding a lost notebook

By Ben Scheuer

all these melted idea like some unseen coincidental ice sculpture
in god's garden.
funny, then i wanted to call someone and say that
my book is gone! my book is gone!
god bless disaster.
step, my foot steps on
higher pitches than i'd expect
step, hell-toe, then rainbow soft round
they who pass look at me funny
becuase my jacket, my scarf, my
shoes, all bright red.
and i write this stnading in the middle of the road
a car just turned a big
question mark around me.
hah. there, up up , it is fixed.
burn this when you've read it.