Bronchitis (Again!) and Short Bits of Blackout Poetry

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I’ve come down with another nasty case of bronchitis, so I’m taking it easy, hoping the antibiotics kick in soon, and putting together bits of loosely created blackout poetry (using some magazines and comics I’ve read lately). Here are a few of these creative little bits:

1)

Not a single one

became a hugely successful

project,

save the seals, coins,

and animal bones.

2)

The result

of a terrible illegality

controls

a large new stairway

down

to the mounds of holy dirt.

3)

To arms!

To the ramparts!

To let me nap in peace.

4)

The pin

is mightier

than the sword –

if gouged

into thine eye.

These bits of poetry are short, random, and sometimes a bit nonsensical, but I enjoy playing with language, and even the most ambiguous ones have a sort of language musicality to me.