April 2009
8 posts
Conversation?
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It tastes like neon Anachronism Tastes like paint and sweat and artifice Bitter because of the clay Salty because of the primal and prehistoric roots Sweet because it’s been put on display I can almost taste it, almost understand it Maybe it’s a bit too avant-garde for my taste My taste is paintings and Botticelli; this does not complement my taste If I could only understand then maybe my Taste...
Homophonic/Homolinguistic Milton
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Not Ashbery
“INSTRUCTION MANUAL” (not Ashbery) First read “Instruction Manual” by John Ashbery Then after you have completed that, don’t actually go to Guadalajara Then write a poem in the form of an Instruction Manual
Sanguine Salt, Compiled by Lauren Roberts
sanguine salt’s sanguine salt I slap my springs and all the spirit survives street; I startle my styles and all is start! again. (I sling I sleep you up inside my sprite.) The snacks go sailing out in superficial and slippery, And silky snake sells in: I sing my sound and all the steak stakes slang. I snaged that you snacked me into sleuth And speak me sturdy, sootheed me quite sandy. (I...
I Remember, written by Lauren Roberts
I remember that I should have childhood memories I remember my mom getting mad at my dad, and my dad making her giggle I remember crouching in the darkness of my hallway after my great-grandfather died and thinking that each moving shadow and each flash of darkness was him trying to communicate with me. Just me. I remember carrying around my teddy roberts, my teddy bear, who now proudly sits on my...