Ice Cubes - 7 November 2009

Jana went to get ready, as she and Ruth were going to a concert that night. However, I thought the exquisite corpses went extremely well, so Ruth helped me write some ice cubes. Enjoy:

IC1:

Thinking

strongly

about

myself

and

only

singularly

then

weakly

quietly

in

awe

of

them

I

stand.

IC2:

Invariably

waiting

apprehension

anxiety

builds

towards

freedom

of

self

mind

conscience

thoughts

but

second-guessing

only

ruins.

Exquisite Corpse - 7 November 2009

Hi again. Jana's friend Ruth (of Ruth Writes fame) came to visit this weekend. I thought it would be interesting to write with her after a 4+ hour drive, so Jana, Ruth and I started with some Exquisite Corpses. Here they are:

EC1:

Hello, friend november

an addendum to the the fairy tale

a simple melody

finish isn't an option

briskly, crisply, fondly

rummaging through the trash

smaller and smaller my steps

slowly, sweetly, fondly,

shut the door when

significance - unimportant

EC2:

Wandering through the woods

silently sulking

as we watched the leaves sink through the air

an apple whisked away

wrapped in gauze and string

the sidewalk heaved with steps and leaves

endoplasmic reticulum

wicked, wicked child

alleluia

happiness when I choose to have it.

EC3:

Bagged up leaves that line the streets

the story rolls

a jail of gold and green

she told him, "shhh"

forever tomorrow, seldom yesterday

wearing a sheet

it came unannounced

invariably, involuntarily fighting fires

chrynacrodom magenta

she smiled, and turned

Lies - 1 November 2009

The final type of poem Melanie and Sean helped me write were Lies. These poems are exactly as the name implies - line after line of lies, ranging from the painfully overused to the absurdly hilarious. Enjoy!

Lies 1:

I kissed Richard Gere last night

he tried to get to second base, but I wouldn't let him

water is disgusting

please, I don't want you to leave

I climbed everest in 4-inch heels

I wish I was taller

I'm in love with your dog and we're running away together

You can find us in Alaska

It's warm there this time of year

It is highly overrated

Lies 2:

I mean it when I say "Excuse me"

God cares when you sneeze

I hate when you touch me

No, man, THIS is the best weed ever

I don't get high when I smoke

no, you don't look fat in that dress

but your sister looks fat in hers

Guiness, the dog, can keep his balls

I gave a dollar to a bum once, and I hope the food he bought with it tasted great.

Lies 3:

Helen Keller thinks I'm cute

she told me all about it with her lovely voice

I put quarters in the take a penny tray

I'm gay

I shot the sheriff

Go on, I'm listening

I don't feel rushed

This is my favorite food

I feel bad when I see commercials about Darfur

I don't care when I see commercials about abused animals.

Ice Cubes - 1 November 2009

Mel and Sean helped me write these Ice Cubes. Enjoy!

IC1:

If

sequestered,

answer

I

never

saw

even

tiles

ceiling

blocks

wisdom

honesty.

IC2:

Sometimes

always

hate

freedom

although

anarchy

seems

but

submarines

travel

planes

die.

IC3:

Peas

taste

oranges

fight

seldom

barely

faint

together

forever

young

and

old.

Theme Poems - 1 November 2009

These poems were begun with a theme, and limited to 4 words per line. Enjoy:

Theme 1: Getting Shot

I'm a bird now

going to fly to

this open space that

makes me remember when

I wasn't yet shot.

Having no holes is

such an exhilarated feeling

(not quite like flying)

flying without a ceiling

yet with those holes

I can almost see

right through my body

damn, i got shot.

Theme 2: People Falling:

Yo, watch your step

look! a banana peel!

why is everyone laughing

I lie in puke

I hope it's mine

that dude looks sick

it is definitely his

maybe something he ate.

I need a shower

or just a bath

should I stand up?

Nah, I'm too embarrassed.

Exquisite Corpse - 1 November 2009

Hi again! The day after Halloween, my friends Melanie and Sean helped me write some poems. We started with some Exquisite Corpse, an exercise I've found to be a good way to ease into collaborative poetry. Here they are:

EC1:

The ache of erythrocytes

three dead hookers in my trunk

the glowing light

freeze and burn

47 segway pile up

and in the shadow it casts

which I like

when time is short

I'm so slow

I had none

there goes the neighborhood.

EC2:

Once upon a time

fall down my skin

"Hark!" says I

without sight or sound

strings on your shoe

cranberries, strawberries, avocados

how did this happen

the free hookers

tomorrow comes today

asleep by now

nonsense.

EC3:

Gazing into some abyss

through the darkness

nothing is held by cups

cherry-flavored acid trip

time stood still

holes are evident

sometimes I'm right, but

I tried a few times

pillows on high

happiness through the eye of the beholder

put it to the side

it never was, but I remember.