So here is the group poem we all wrote wed. after the last workshop-- in case you were interested in viewing it under more ummm... aware circumstances. Also, like Stevie has already done (Go Stevie!), I strongly encourage you all to post a poem on the blog once in awhile, so we can get some feedback started. You can e-mail feedback rather than directly posting it if that makes you feel more comfortable.
Hope everyone is enjoying their break!
A Last Workshop
Pile of man or boss sincerity
cut man, lamp man, wiley man,
80's movies taste like cherry coke
move about cut the flake
of marshmallows.
If I leave now, will the robots get me?
If I feed the dragon of nightmare street corners
will the liver of Prometheus
hunt me into the next railed romance.
Back to pressure on the cheekbones and the brow
I'm not talking about a headache.
Green is envy, your horn is also green.
I bring nothing to the table.
Control philanthropy, lisp,
the truck of carp in ginger ale
from the bathroom, this rhetoric reappears with
a vengeance
into spilled ink, an octopus turning
into octonut. Don't ask
octopussy willow lowrider redneck
elbow sucker vehemence, a bowel
the volunteers crumbled under
the sales load
this machine love
brain wrinkles
dig this, sucka
inside is folding over
cuckolded series of kiwi stamina
in son
Nixon's last grasp-- a
sexed up leaf blower
overriding all the
napping motha fuckas!
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