Hans Ostrom Poems

What is this superb owl
that everyone's talking about?
It sounds fantastic. I would
like to watch it, to see it glide
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He was asked, by a machine, to rate
his user experience. He did not rate it.
He was asked by advertising, government,
and media (which formed a single entity)
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Only ten persons are allowed on the gleaming
dance-floor at a time, though thousands may
crowd edges of the rectangle and loom in galleries.
Also, two or three jesters dresssed in stripes
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A somber hombre, Arturo
liked to listen to jazz
and drink lemonade after
a shift of welding ships,
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In dark vegetation I couldn't see
my body or hear thoughts. Fevers
rotted memory. Maggots flourished,
established a parliament.
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A blue owl, red sunflowers, and yellow horses:
such a scene may lift the spirit,
whatever the spirit is, whatever color.
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We'll all be beautiful in Spring
in spite of how they've hated
and tried to make us hate.
Sunlight will infuse green leaves
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We loved it, et cetera. It was the one
we loved. It had that sound, et cetera,
and that et cetera beat. What they called
a hook. What they called a hit. Hook
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No matter how long, how well,
you work for us, you're only
as good as your health is today.
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Confusion simplifies:
sun’s a red dot in murk,
boat’s a black patch
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