After spreading pencil shavings like ashes
upon the desks like altars,
giant altars of onyx and silver
melted down into an amorphous, mingling, microscopic
amoeba, dancing and twisting this way and that
hoping to find a cause worth fighting for,
one that sticks to your ribs, like
airbag hearty steak dinner over candlelight
christening stars, fallen angels we lay.
Surrealist Doodle
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Exquisite Corpse from my creative writing class at MCTC
Labels:
creative writing class,
exquisite corpse,
group poem,
poem
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