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Poemasabi Jul 2012
Mayonnaise is not an instrument
it
is gorgeous
is better
is nothing but oil
is on sale right now for $1
is so easy to prepare that one often wonders why
is made with lemon juice instead of vinegar
is on Facebook, sign up for Facebook to connect with I hate mayonaise
is in your extended network
is just fat
and yet
is my favorite Smashing Pumpkins song
I was listening to Al Filreis from The Writer's House at UPENN lead a discussion of Flarf poems (you can Google thatif you need to) and that led to a discovery of Googlism. A site where you type in a word, decide whether you want a who, what, where or when answer, it spits out random Google results. I made a found poem of sorts, from that output.
Poemasabi Jul 2012
Not shaving could tell people, beware!
It could say
I am grumpy
From a late night argument with the baby
She's seventeen
Or with the misses, she's not
It could say
I suffered some terrible loss
Or got a bit of terrible news
It could say
I am tired
From working late into the early morning
On something important
Or just ******* around with poetry
More likely it could also say
I am just lazy this morning and didn't feel like shaving.
Poemasabi Jul 2012
Sleepless
Tossing
Turning
Exhausted
Poemasabi Jul 2012
Last night's softshells
send vaporic reminders
To take trash out
Poemasabi Jul 2012
As August matures
My patio grows green
and is a new lawn
Poemasabi Jul 2012
A bud's life
Is short, yet wonder comes
As flower unfolds
A variation of another Haiku of mine. This time experimenting with long vowel syllables being worth two beats and short vowel syllables counted as one.
Poemasabi Jul 2012
Dark around my house sounds
Scratch of little claws on tiny feet across my front porch
Rough slide and tumble of a dry leaf on the patio
Faint hoofsteps pointing noses to where my green Hosta grows
Flap of Catalpa leaves in an unexpected but welcome summer breeze
Neighbor's door and then the cover on her garbage can
   Then her door again
Dead branch falling through the maple tree to the ground
The call of an owl
  furious perhaps
  hungry
  having missed the tiny claws on my porch
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