These are based on a 17-syllable sentence form developed by Allen Ginsberg. More info is here.
• The E.R. again and it’s all my head’s fault — that egg yolk in its crust.
• Ankles ringed with ears, a mouthful of eyes, I hear dirt and eat light.
• The dirty madhouse windows are smudged with a hundred fingerprints.
• Someone put a microphone in the couch and art in the garbage can.
• Poems happen like the drunk in the dark stumbling on the rug, cursing.
• In the madhouse there’s popcorn by the pantry door on Saturday nights.
• In June pool covers come off, parents, teens, get drunk in different houses.
• Sun summer-late, somewhere engines groan; we eat the conquistador’s heart.
• The day’s heat begins to give up as the scent of lilies invades my head.
• Unseen dogs on each end of the street bark; neighbor in his yard coughs once.
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paisley // June 9, 2008 at 2:53 am |
those are especially fun aren’t they??? i like snippet poetry,, even if the syllable isn’t counted… my fav is:
Someone put a microphone in the couch and art in the garbage can.
but they are all thought provoking and some of them are funny….
Shay // June 9, 2008 at 11:20 am |
These are interesting. Right now I have to get ready for work, but I shall have to try writing some later.
I met Allen Ginsberg in 1992. He signed my copies of “Howl” and “Iron Horse” which he was tickled I had…I guess it is scarce.