This is a poem about my mum's house, where I am staying right now.

This activity made me explore the living room and kitchen with new eyes. The found text is a mixture of fridge magnets, CDs, smoking apparatus and a newspaper, all pretty unique to this space, I avoided books as it has too many options. I'm quite pleased with the result. What do you think?

Funky Tribal Mothers

(found text poem)



Funky tribal mothers
Remember these songs for the sick
These songs for the soul
These songs for the angels

Funky tribal mothers
Smoking amber leaf
Training in crazy
Taking deep worry
Make those around you remember

Funky tribal mothers
Seen it all, done it all, remember it all
There’s only soul left
Seriously, those around you
Keep out these sick harms.

Funky tribal mothers
Don’t worry, be happy.




Here is the original collated text:

You’re crazy taking me on
Rizla there’s only ten left
It’s what you make of it
Amber leaf
Smoking seriously harms those around you
Don’t worry, be happy
Funky deep n’ tribal
Songs for the sick
Songs for the soul
Put these in, keep these out
Mothers are angels in training
Seen it all, done it all, can’t remember most of it