Write the worst poem you can.

italics - /could be unthread poem fringe,
or an author's note lacking clarity
content confusion obfuscated intentionally. / ~

don't ask what this means - i only ask that you just become a nesting pigeon about to hatch miniature sharks consuming lost time, & think on sunsets.

__~~~~~~~~~~~ /merrily & unsure
too busy for dreaming here/

I (on the bridge)
wish art (like vintage wine)
could be more than ( + - 5.0)
a dumpster
fire for the (computer-generated inventory of)
things we (read: you, me and dusky langurs)
don't want to
feel.

ambiguity | four days ago i remembered why, but i neglected to write it down. maybe that's where you are hiding | but don't tell me you know what i mean, because i am being purposely vague so no one knows what i mean | so maybe it looks like i know what i mean | elusive | & yes this is just the title
for anonymous

it's unfair [unreasonable]
to pin your hopes
to sandcastles
because the tide
eats grains of sand
as she chooses &
half a breath of water
is all it takes
to drown

/everything is perilous
& unreasonably ordinary/

it's unreasonable [unfair]
to drown
for you steal water
straight from the lake
like the tide doesn't
need to drink
after all these
sandcastles
wash away
unpinned.

/nothing is rooted
we are only loosely tied
to wondering why/

Title of the Poem: Rock

It's hard and it's ouch.

life sucks
geese aren't ducks
I am stuck
Trapped in muck
Life sucks
uck

1.
Writers spring things on you without Warning
and you chop and dice them like onions by Mogami River.

2.
Mogami River, I tried to send a PM and it
didn't work -- non sequitor.

3.
Being here like reliving classmates chalkboard
voices -- can't tell if good or bad, Mogami River.

4.
Reading this perhaps you can tell
I have never been to Mogami River.

Cheese
Bees
Brees
Breese
Breeze
Cees
Crees
Deas
Dees
Deis
Drees
Ease
Fees
Feese
Fleas
Flees
Frees
Freeze
Friese
Frieze
Gees
Geese
Geez
Gies
Hies
Jeez
Keas
Keys
Knees
Leas
Lees
Neese
Peas
Pease
Pees
Pleas
Please
Reis
Screes
Seas
Sease
Sees
Seize
Skees
Skis
Sleaze
Sneeze
Sprees
Sties
Teas
Tease
Tees
These
Threes
Trees
Vees
Wheeze

Something nothing something
all anything
naught miscellaneous
et cetera things
so yeah and stuff
existences and beings.

(A/N: pls sing to the tune of the chorus of 'Money, Money, Money')

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ

Arrange that in whatever order you want to, you will have it.

four months, seventeen days, and two seconds ago i had a dream that i was going to become a fish adorned with elsa's hair from frozen,
singing - obviously through a winter wonderland
and i was concerned because generally fish can't just swim through snow
this is the difficult thing about dreaming
even when you dream the impossible
you can't enjoy it because
you know better than to believe gills are infinite
and anyways frozen shrimp
are maybe a better option
for party favors.

this is obviously all a lie,
because i don't typically remember my dreams
and even more so, i have no idea what i was doing four months ago
but suffice to say lying is more fun in poetry
because again it's like dreaming
until you realize
you're not a fish.

I need to review,
I've got to review,
I've got to eschew
what I've got in this shoe.

This poem makes dollars,
it doesn't make sense.
That's an old pun
and I'm breaking the rhythm over here, can't you see?

Ooh, o'er, that was cringe.
Not in the Internet way, but like
when you notice something isn't right
shoes that don't fit, or a sour note.

I procrastinate like an asymptote
the two lines curving off the page
and rolling from that Cartesian plane --
remember Descartes? He was a Math guy.

If I try to review, and talk about shoes
well, maybe characters need to wear shoes
and show their personality in their selection of shoes,
but gosh, I don't know enough about shoes

to talk about them.
Need to review, want to review,
but got to eschew
this talk about shoes.

Maybe horror won't be so bad.
I said, but I was sad.
I don't like guts.
Nor mutts.
Not even hair cuts.
Strike one, you're out.
I don't know what it's about.
Why like horror?
Why horror? Why horror?
My poor head.
Time to go to bed.

(I love horror. I just compared a normal haircut to horror. Why? Oh. Why?)

did you know (the k is not silent, thank you very much)
but also: EMOJIS
can be pOeTrY
like😏😳💫
i can't 🫁 because
i'm not 🕳
but i know (the k is silent, thank you very much) you 🫀 this poem.

alliyah made me do it:

alliyah said i should write bad poetry
but the jokes on her 'cause

words.

hard

are.

squawk.



*mic drop*