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04-09-2021, 07:27 AM
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Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.
NaPM April 9, 2021
Topic: piece together a cut-up poem (as popularized by william burroughs)
Form: cut-up
Line Requirement: any
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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I took him past zebra. As far as I could
I'd open each cage. I'll unlock every pen.
Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in?
If you let me be, I will try them. You will see.
The secrets I tell are for your ears alone.
Will you please look in my ear?
Well then... Bring your mouth this way.
I'll find it something it can say.
You can think about that Saturday night.
Peanut butter honey banana sandwiches
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A fleeting capability to dominate the wind is the first and last creature remaining in the womb of prehistory. It is like the fading shadow of someone rising past the sound of your window. You'll catch an incubated glimpse in the dark of someone's morning. If you're quick enough, you might wake up to the seed of the grotesque.
Sleep has left your ears and your existence. You might hear the floating motion of one creature that lived a frightening tour-de-force, that survived as others faded. Things begin to die on the horizon. You may see eruption and fire and flood, or volcanic wings passing through the ages of adaptability, an open meadow into this irradiated world where came an unexpected survivor, a distant pair of footsteps where all others stagger and fall.
Primeval planet earth is an arena of continual contest scorched by something I'm not sure is oxygen. It's only me pursuing an atmosphere lacking day, frozen by night where only the nets of love and deadly elusive butterfly rays are found. My continual bombardment of dreams will not harm you. I chase a silent sun.
I believe in each footstep’s echo as I believe in you. I’ll tell it once softly, I’ll tell it to you in terms you might have heard in an insane generation to come, my new experiments that no one likes to hear about. I might have to inherit your mind. I’ll tell it to you simply, I’ll tell about the distant canyons where I ran searching after something, a shape and function transforming every species into limitless spectres.
You might have seen me guarding a dead bee. That was me running through the lives of gruesome robots, the long-abandoned ruins of your dreams of destruction.
It’s only me. I have inherited the sum total of what will not harm you. Just enough to glide past you is all I ask. I have followed a program where none will shelter me, pursuing something I'm not sure will come into this world possessing the knowledge you remember in your lifetime. None will teach me to be concerned, to be unnoticed and unloved like the rest of the body.
The life it had was bright and elusive and its dreams split my skin, extruding my pathetic remnant with wornout convulsions, an alien with no resemblance to your sleeping form, a creature of wonder with the hours of an incomplete butterfly. Will you wonder why?
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Remarkably
We are all born for singing and dancing. If you learn
music as a child your brain becomes easier, music
becomes your brain. We are all born for language and music-
remarkably adaptable- your brain becomes musical.
We are the world’s oldest musical instrument-
our brains are language and music and singing
and dancing. We are all born remarkably
adaptable, and your brain becomes easier, if you learn.
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random rainbow*
a lady red --
just an orange
out in the yellow meadows;
heads are green and hands are blue
against her indigo screens where
a modest violet grew.
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*might not be right 
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Bare Knuckle bandstands
Die hard serviettes
fight sheet music
for one last bottle,
stops covered in ink
soaked into mud.
Empty codas
ending on slow legs,
broke beneath
a folding finale,
blown away
for one last crumb.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out
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From Children
Bags to avoid suffocation
plastic children -
keep away from warning!
Non-practicing atheist
