after reading the first poem
my head went numb–
have I answered your question?
how do I get started?
a quick rough sketch, warts and all
I think you’re going to enjoy THIS–
when they were good they were incredible.
Most of us don’t sleep,
I’m pretty sure Al doesn’t.
Most of these poets would have been sent
to the Ministry of Love and vaporized,
making sense is overrated.
What do you make of her use of windows and doors?
What else could she have meant by Paradise?
I hadn’t the slightest idea.
You’re only disqualified from the group
if you forget your towel. Don’t panic.
How would one avoid the “splinter”
that shunts the brain out of its groove?
What do you see?
Isn’t any creative work bullshit
if you look at it in a certain way?
What I assume you shall assume–
she leads her alien invasion
as Williams dances like a lunatic
and Kathleen and the baby sleeps downstairs.
I’m not a lit guy, so I don’t know.
It’s always a conversation between you and the poet
Experiment, see what works for you.
Let’s go dance in front of the mirror
but make sure you have at least
one post per week
in the poem-specific subforums.