Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Exquisite Corpse Poem

For all those who contributed, a thank-you and a big, wet sloppy kiss! We'll have to do it again sometime.

Here's the original post about Exquisite Corpse. I took a few liberties trying to make it work as a poem, but if someone wants to try their own spin on these lines, have at it!


Cialis Blues

He came this minute, a blurred gray shape
roaring out of a dive, out on the lawn
I heard such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed
to see what was the matter.

My expensive fake penis
doesn't work
when the one you love
is 72.8% water.

An attitude of unattachment
was essential to existence
in liminality.
He had Scottsdale-type snobby girls in mind.

He had drained the cup of gloom:
it filled anew.
Alas, the penis was for use
in continental U.S. only.

This unusual and free exhibition
fuses graffiti and calligraphy
in a contemporary style
dubbed “urban Islamic art.”

As the lights start to dim,
noise from the crowd
quickly turns
to silence.

2 comments:

ecm said...

well done! it's amazing how you wove all those phrases together...

Bug said...

I agree with ecm! You made art out of chaos. Amazing!

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