I wrote a poem using the subject lines of junk email, culled from my junk filter.
It is a thing of beauty; hence, a joy forever.
Say Theyre Crueler Eggers
A buteo as prayerful
He matrimony of preposterous
Is minneapolis so nonchalant
Of so hangmen
A monotonous or robertson
it laugh
is decide
Is in relieve
go profound
My fermion at runnymede
My voluntarily maya retrogression
skinny bubble bath
placing unkind
varigated cough syrup
twisted alchemist
curmudgeonly alchemist
chic cab driver
psychotic pit viper
so-called dust bunny
alderman desire
unsightly food stamp
He concentrate or barbarian
My vestal or scavenge
her corridor
Are noon of castro
molten mating ritual
With an bauxite
his abandoned
Be deterring to fiction
To go marksman
Accepting your application
as ever
Can't be a lover anymore
Of of desuetude
About Me
- Blaize
- I give Super-Secret Staircase Tours of my town. On my "business" cards, I put down my occupation as "flâneuse".
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2 comments:
I love that I learned an new word ... except that I want to say it de-suede'-i-tude instead of des'-wi-tood. But I'm also the person that says flan like plan instead of lawn.
Another way to write a surreal poem would be to flip through TV channels kinda fast and write down what you hear. Has that been done yet?
At first I almost thought your poem was about Spam, like the processed meat Spam. It's funny how Spam and Spam have similiar qualities.
I like your version of Spam.
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