As you may be able to tell, I’ve been raiding the corpses of my old dead poems to feed my blog.
I found this in a document marked “Exercise” in a folder indicating it was from a 2005 workshop with Arlitia Jones the playwright and bestest workshop teacher in the West.
I don’t remember the exercise that produced this list. I’m almost certain I wrote it. 3, 12, and 18 sure sound like me. (If not, and someone knows what it is, correct me). But some of them made me laugh. 15 sounds like the title of a blues song. Enjoy!
- a spider on an old man’s beard is like a swallow in a nest
- the oars on the boat rowed as if unmanned
- nothing was the same, now that it was forever.
- the wino took to coma like merlot
- the dice rolled out of the cup like Leonard to a hot pussy
- a child in sunshine is like a bean in water
- puffy clouds in your glass of wine are foaming over in your head
- bed sheets like muscles stretched taut over bone
- the fog plumed through the gunshot holes in the train windows like a gambler’s cigar smoke
- the gray honor walked up the satin plank as if transfixed by light
- canceled checks in the abandoned boat seemed to long for currency
- if I should wake before I die, I pray I get some apple pie
- Alannah poured coffee down her throat as if drowning the donuts might negate their calories
- you mine rocks from a quarry. What you get from a quandary is nothing
- up is like down when down feels right
- Marlene dangled the parson from her question as if…
- she held her life in her own hands as if it were fragile
- no, no a thousand times no, he said, his hand a battle ax of sincerity
- the solution was hydrochloric acid; the problem was therefore how to kill Gillian
- love is to open sky as loathing is to rotting wood