Exercise tres
Take an existing poem and take out enough words so it makes no sense but the words sound cool
4th of July
(Version One)
the world's in flame
or so it seems
i hear cannons and popcorn
two neighborhoods away
i see red and blewdust and smoke crawls
over pines and maples
and oaks in bloom
surrounding my subdivision
this is not war, this is
celebration, the grand finale now
mimics the more exuberant display
over windsor, hart plaza, for fearless
crowds who've dared to cross
the city line. canada and states uniteto salute the flags that stream behind
jets above the river tonight
explosives equal freedomwe are free
mysterious creation
the sliver of pink haze moon
still glows. you can find it
somehow still more spectacular
(Version Two:)
this is not war,
this is the grand finale.
fear crowds salute:
explosives equal freedom.
(mysterious creation of pink haze moon
somehow more spectacular)
No comments:
Post a Comment