Rhymes with Velociraptor

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Finally

Finally

Flies stampeded and trampled the air

beside a ragged field of sweetgrass.

Patterns of concentric decay

with an odor of unreality.

Found poetry (remix) from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 304

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In a Minute

In a Minute

He set a pistol of speckled metal

on the floor below the cabinet.

Time rolled away through his fingers,

narrowed by worry and his twisted plans.

Found poetry (remix) from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 294

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The Danger

The Danger

Metal dragonflies and swiveling sensors

hummed in the distance.

In transparent danger,

we sipped coffee in the wings

and waved indulgently at

what flew above (our) heads.

Found poetry  (remix) from: Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 284T

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Complicated

Complicated

“The air look(s) different,” so they say.

We disagreed, ignored the wise.

We could not know as sure as they.

“The air look(s) different,” so they say.

“The system will not be okay.”

Ignored the chaos with dull eyes.

“The air looks different,” so they say.

We disagreed, ignored the wise.

Found poetry  (a triolet remix) from: Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 274

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Somewhere

Somewhere

“Awake,” she said to me as

she slid into the spiral of moonlight.

And then she led me — led me

out of the night and in-

to the deep, deep dark.

Found poetry (remix)  from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 264

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Regrettable

Regrettable

In a chill of doubt, the

accident stared back at you,

a breakdown of whatever

you had carried as hope.

Somewhere

the children watched, deserted.

Found poetry (remix) from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 254

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Darkness

Darkness

[ec}static lightning —

a crackling sense of urgency and

a stunned need for welcoming arms

You pressed the center of the storm.

It turned away and rumbled off, afraid.

Found poetry (remix) from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 244

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The Search

The Search

fragments of odd thoughts, half found

in a graph or [on] a screen or in

the clear signaling of a frog in the night

Found poetry (remix) from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 234

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Arrival

Arrival

The arrival of a baby and

a strange sense of fear that

we have to shed.

Look! The baby! He

startled, screeched, and

then smiled into silence.

He showed no fear.

Found poetry (remix) from: Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 224

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Until Now

Until Now

Transmission. Most people didn’t know it was possible

          — bang! —

                             And then, one by one, they  

                   hadn’t come back.

Somebody took

                 them.

                                 They’re not answering.

I assume

                              the kids aren’t back yet?

Hell, no.

You can’t get them back.

Found poetry (erasure) from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 214

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Picture This

Picture This

Writing in the still

of the night, upset,

alone. Trying to

picture another world,

a sense of warmth,

a vehicle for the bright

right brain to back through.

I shake. I cry. I scream.

And then, the sense

of someone there.

“Jesus Christ,” he said. “Just do it!”

“Just chill out — right now.”

Found poetry (remix) from: Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 204

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Outside/In

Outside/In

Raindrops glance off misted leaves.

Illuminated clouds stream

still and slow and

bright rainbows arrive,

just as we’re plunged into

night.

Found poetry (remix) from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 194

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Problem

Problem

They introduced the animals

in six month intervals,

designed as expected.

Accept the numbers, the data

and procedures, but

notice the flaw — that

eggshell is crack…ed.

Found poetry (remix) from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 184

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Damned

damned

doubts develop daily

silvery symptoms of disorientation

tranquilized in liquid time

and continuously constricted breathing

Found poetry (re-mix) from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 174

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Instinctive

Instinctive

The suspect escaped,

spilling poison in

secret, toxic and

instinctive,

lethal and

astonishing.

Found poetry from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 164

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Details

electric

a nervous afternoon

watching in the darkened room

as a lit cigarette

leaps into the pensive air

Found poetry from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 154

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Thought Glitches

Thought Glitches

strangled

stopped

                                           troubled

      instinctively uneasy                       after

all

                            “There’s no point getting starry-eyed

                                as we discover the bugs

                                 everywhere in the park.”

Found poetry (erasure) from:  Crichton, Michael. Jurassic Park. New York: Ballantine Books, 1990. Print. Pg. 144