Monday, November 29, 2004

mot behind the cursor

For Thinksgiving, the men and I spoke collaborative poems in the manner of Joshua Beckman and Matthew Rohrer's Nice Hat, Thanks. The composition process involves going around the group with each person adding either only one word or one item of punctuation and then the next person goes. Below are a few, with a highlight, I think, at "Furniture Polish". Sub-mental advisory warning: You'll notice a sexually preoccupied male pubescent volunteered to play the muse. 'Twas grand and the three of We was up till mot fools leap in the nigh.

RASBERRY JUBILEE
The bench-maker binged through Christmas. Often dawn woke, early milkmen dreamt of bench-maker binges.

YAWN BURGLARS
Through jaws of cold, I breathed wet dreams. Lost dalliance dappled. What a long time. Never forget me. Always think crude cars are sleek not. Pussy, Pussy, Pussy.

O HEAVEN
Four wild women he through himself. Wasted crops of yellow. Once given never ever? Beaver, Beaver, sing. Therefore, fill your various shorts with these words.

STICKS OUT
Flapping wings of fleshy relatives. Seep, sleep, into that darkest. O petulant cowboy fantasy empty of all. Next we? Next we! Also, we move.

FURNITURE POLISH
Stroking pets daily sends your grandma love letters. Wanton snow nymphs gather around his bed and around me. During many many delirious delinquent journeys they shine. Excuse exchange me. Twinkle and twaddle fill certain remote and empty people. Grannies travel gently gently for their song.

BREAKFAST
On some empty tables. Thirteen is her only suitcase. Flowers are lovely dead and often. She ambles naked on. Festive, restive, Granny rested. Egg salad sunshine.

CHILDREN SUCK
Olives of youth & you swing. Breezy broken bottles of dark undulant green swim forth. And winter sits still. Frothing dragons paper imagined livingrooms.

HIGHWAY 23 ROBBERS
Roaring forward, they glanced at each simple line. Desperate and ebuilient travelers wiping without warning their deperate desires on each. Birds rocked softly on the empty and. Shining their. Open.

1 Comments:

Blogger chernugent said...

This looks like a great idea. but I actually have a pubescent son. I think I'll wait a few move years.

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