I thought this from the redoubtable Vahni Capildeo and cohorts was well worth a look, even if you don't get the full benefit unless you happen to travel to (or live in) Trinidad (now the chill is arriving, I wish ...).



The magazine is fragmented/distributed across townscapes for folks to encounter at random. A much better idea than the patronising, airbrushed, subsidised package that is  "Poems on the Underground" in London - cf the ghastly traduction of WCW below:



(original image here)

They should have gone the whole hog, and just randomised the lines completely. Eg:

I have eaten the icebox
Forgive me
you were probably so sweet
for breakfast
and which saving
and so cold the plums
they were delicious that were in