A grad school assignment. Randomly circle words that jump out at you from a few different articles. The end product would be pretty nonsensical, but it was about the construction of phrases and sentences. Funny thing is, without really trying, mine came together from my subconscious, and just seemed to mirror my life. I love it. It's one of my favorite things I've ever "written."
I loved a person who was mentally ill
Using my atlas, despite my humiliation,
I launch my plane down the runway of our cluttered apartment.
Rocking back and forth, he smiled at me,
Which is not easy; he is not a good man.
I am flying still
Like Hansel leaving crumbs in the woods.
It's pretty, hurrying on uphill with poisoned bait,
Alarmingly, in rain-filled boots
The perfume, the isolation
Could now indulge freely
(if sometimes guiltily).
A writer's experience onto a waking dream,
and in moments of crisis he forgets about God.
I couldn't keep my eyes off the hummingbird
with heartless compulsions-
Public legends
In their near-perfect absence
of ordinary love.
Look up; look out.
A love for Shakespeare,
Structurally sound, but filthy and decaying.
A faux brick dome at 3 a.m.
with pocket doors, yesteryear, and
dangling from his hand-
I say goodbye
With eyes wide open.
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