Found Text Poetry

We used the words collected through our Text Glimpses activity in the gallery on Oct. 20 to write found poetry.  After creating a group bank of words from our own lists, we each wrote a stanza to add to a group poem.  We began by thinking about the theme "life in the museum," but some of us ended up going in slightly different directions... post-apocalyptic museum, anyone?  Here's the result (sorry, guys, if the order is slightly different -- the sheets got a little mixed up).

Anyone have any title suggestions? 

Industrial City
Museum Admission is mine!
Cafes and levels
I find it beautiful.

Beautiful art is a garden around the world.
Warmed photography is special towards mom.
Pressure between beautiful, not nothing.

Paradise is the key to no pressure.
Hidden cities' elevators is love.
Virgin child's modern wing is Paris.
Hidden cafes everywhere between polished laptops.
MINE!

Don't do that.  The people stay nervous.
Look carefully, hidden dead bodies.
Find them.
The path finder in my mind is the Devil inside me.
The Devil.
Creepy bloody stuff in my Perfectly imperfect world.
The beauty.

Virgin Child leaves outside, crying.
Window city hidden in beautiful Beast.
Dead bodies everywhere, fantastic!
Mom, Devil is in side me, hidden inside mind.
Emotional war open, running is key..
God is mine!

Around the world no exit.
Dead bodies everywhere,
She's crying.
Reminds her of war,
Emotional beast in Paris.

Even beasts find it,
Between industrial archives:
A chance to win,
Running, unarmed, toward the polished city.

I break their neck
On membership desk.
Devil is inside me.
There is no exit.

Paris has a garden that's hidden.
The walls move and you find dead bodies.
The dead bodies are my grandchildren.
But it's okay because it's a perfectly imperfect world.

Every day life, love, Paris.
Crying and cursing.
Photography of every Sunday in the parks archive.

Polished key.
Chance to win marvelous path
Finder to Paradise around the world.
Paris.

I'm fantastic in my mind.
Can you find it?
It's hidden, get the key.
Open it wide look carefully.
Everything in my mind is everywhere scattering.

Look carefully, restroom that way.
Explore its beautiful hot marvelous reflection.
Work hours, exit, leave now, don't stay.
Terminated but stop, no pictures, photography.

I have the key to my mind that lets me think.
Can you see?
That's why I have to archive goals.