Currently Reading The Castle of Crossed Destinies By Italo Calvino see related

In Neal's Yard in London, there's a metal board up on a brick wall between two shops, with magentic poetry on it. I randomly decided to write down all the best phrases that passers-by had arranged, and have now tried to gather them into a whole poem, with minimal editing. I like this. It's not my poem, it's London's, it belongs to a city and to whatever kind of collective consciouness goes with that, and to a handful of people who probably don't know anything about each other, but are connected through this.
Mmm, I love the smell of pretentiousness in the morning... Here it is:

As fast as a cloud of easy dancing memories
He, like she
Must have an ocean.
Though potion bouquets boil, we
Frolic through haunting compassion,
Run our watery household beneath that
Deep red heart-
A flutter heard in man.
Plot the perfumed chain of sun-self flow~
Underplay this epic
Grass-child sad
Up
Where
We
Surrender
Time two
Sustain
            s.