Hans Ostrom Poems

At Frustration Station, crates
of bad karma get off-loaded,
vats of bile sit in storage, and
tickets turn to paste. Conductors
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Out of the orange smoke
of California poppies materialize
thin sage-green scrolls, in which
tiny prophecies of next year’s
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1. The Managed Fund

Crows guarded his retirement plan.
They marched around its perimeter.
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The birds knew. They heard Earth
thinking about a shift, a shrug. They
repaired to the stability of air, where
they might rest assured on fine
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On vast manicured pastures,
eccentric members of an obscure religious cult
seek the hard white spherical fruit
of the mythical snow-tree. Smaller
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In this present
mood, mist filters
through massive
oaks, settles on
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Everything is made
of little units, which
are made of even smaller
units. The smallest units,
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The nowberries are ripe.
Let’s pick.
We’re well stocked with
thenberry preserves.
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The Department of Subconscious
Affairs has subpoenaed several
of my dreams. It intends
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