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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.
Published on October 04, 2018 13:23