I came across a writing prompt a month or so ago and I can't for the life of me find the link to it now.
It was a 'write your own modernist poem of nonsense'. Wonderful fun! It really worked in loosening up my fuzzy becretined brain. As ever and always i wasn't sure if I'd be able to come up with anything, but an invite to the inner shit spurter was readily accepted. Here's mine:
Cecilia, androids help to
navigate cabbage draughts.
The collateral shook Nancy
then in ordinances shook you.
Remembering dread, fondling hibiscus
in the neonatal him of androgyny
I peak. Hark! we yell to the
formaldehyde sprockets, the
lionine scampers, the degenerate
scatological seals on their
lymphatic rocks in the
roiling ocean of sprouts.
Hear us, we say to the
catalogue of Bunnings boilers,
the rows of concertinaed
marshmallow hiss, the graven
pus of cantankerous globules.
And then finally, Leave us,
we say and turn to the flattened
nose of the sun, the hopeful
cup of the sassenach slaps,
the sunny farts of the
beautiful goats and we
breathe home.
Powerful stuff, I'm sure you'll agree. Hopeful with just the right touch of melancholia.
Truly, the world passes me by, not seeing my genius. It will be sorry after I'm gone that it did not love me while it could.
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