poetry !!

Went to a poetry reading in Vineland, NJ two Saturdays ago.  

A buncha poets was there.

Me, I don't consider myself a poet, but I can scratch something out that sorta kinda almost is a poem.  

Anyhoo, we all did something like a chain poem.  The first person would write a sentence, fold the paper over, just showing the last word of the sentence.  So no one knows what was written before, except for that last word.

The next person had to start their sentence with that word.  Then they'd hide their sentence, leaving just that last word visible, and so on.

I was the last person in the chain.

Here's the poem:

EXQUISITE CORPSE: APRIL 8^TH, 2017

Political standing aside, our hero grasps to his lost shred of

humanity is over there in a box so get the

car possessed by evil demons bent on eating souls of

children of the sun are crying for

water dances, tumbles, and dives into cracks, onto

pavement rough, jagged shards buried in

my dog loves to chase prisms on the

carpet. pressed with cautious, furtive

tread the threadbare runners

lightly fell the cinders from the bonfire celebrating the

end of it

all.

What's in pink is my contribution.

Thank you.