A poem?

The intention of this poem was not to be "good." It's a freewriting exercise from my poetry course. The professor would read a random line from a poem, and we would react. As we were righting, he'd randomly select another line and it would have to move our poem along.

down in the alley
he saw what you did
despicable
degrading
dirty
and the look in his eyes alone
was worth the price of admission to you
and as the other finished reaping the bounty
of forbidden fruit
he burned like a roman candle
superhot behind a trash bin. then,
like some horrible dream come true
he produced a box cutter
from inside his sock and
stalked forward, irate and rambling,
his spittle staining the back of your neck as he
approached.
the joy in your revenge
faded like twilight in November
you didn't remember pain
but you remembered cold
and later, wet
the movies are wrong about stabbings
the real pain comes later with infection
and even after infection subsides
the pain is going nowhere
fast.

Haikus: the lazy way

I feel like I'm not really "writing a new poem every week" when I write haikus, but Japanese people write haikus so screw yourself. My poetry class is coming up again this week (after a 2-week hiatus), so I'll have something real next week.

sacco's eating figs
why is sacco eating figs?
is she eating figs?

A haiku 4 u

My buddy Sacco's MySpace name is "Sacco!!!1!!1", inspiring this glorious haiku.

the name is sacco
and there are ones between the
exclamation points

Another week, another bit of foul poesy

Bender Ben killed Pissdrunk Pam
And then he killed her yet again.
The shallow wound now oozing, cut
By a sword no mightier than a pen.
In a little bit Ben had a fit
And tied a striped noose round his neck.
They stuck him in a wooden box
And dressed him in his Sunday best
And all his friends, they came to mourn
The dear, departed dude deceased
And one sage lush forlornly sighed
"T'was truly duty killed the beast."

Forgot a poem

I did write a poem this week--another haiku for Sacco's MySpace wall. I just forgot to post it.

cristina sacco
the chemistry superstar
a haiku for you

Bad poetry? Oh noetry!

Another week, another poem.

Pieces from an Untitled Poem

Scrawl it down on a blue post-
card--"Wish I were here, XO"--
and send it to someone I
don't know.

?

Until
I'm a ghostwriter with an
inkless ballpoint pen, trying
to scratch out my name again.

A poem from Haikul Mike

A haiku based on Sacco's latest MySpace picture (written 2006-09-19)

sacco at fifteen
hair as blue as oceans deep
matches her necklace

Hey, I never said the poems had to be epic.

Angles

This is a poem I wrote for this evening's Poetry Writing class. Usually I'll elaborate more when a goal is completed or progress is made, but I don't like to explain my poetry. Here is Week #1.

angles

a slipshod sculpture of poorly-welded and rusty metal
in a showcase by the door
not on display
but ogled nonetheless
by bespectacled connoisseurs of nothing but their own opinions
who cluck their tongues
and tell you
what is and
what isn't
artful
while they whittle away their turpentine-saturated existences
waiting