3 Part Poem

By far my favorite exercise in the poetry class. We worked in groups of 3, and chose words at random, then we had to add pronouns on our own. Finally, we got back to our groups and simply combined lines for something twisted and awesome! Love it!

Part I

Chugging soul,
Streaking fortress-
Shotgun wedding! Band-aid?
Wailing!
Hunting drugs-
Slap! Slap! Slap!
New York dash – stroll, crawl, chug
Twisting storm,
Dashing smoke
Slumber.


Part II

Chugging his soul,
Streaking my fortress.
Shotgun wedding –Band-aid or a real cure?
Wailing, what the hell have I done?
Hunting drugs, swinging from the rafters in
A dead run. Slap! Slap! Slap across his face, and I
Make a New York dash –strolling through park, crawl,
Chug fire to tame the burn of failure.
Twisting through the storm, burning
For an end. Run from disaster, dashing through smoke only
To fall in the end. From my padded cell I slumber-
Peacefully alone.

Part III

In an ancient cantina, we sat.
He – chugging away his soul in an attempt
To streak my fortress. So we decided
To shake the doldrums – shotgun wedding.
A Band-aid covers two of the lost hearts with
A faux marriage.
“Let the wailing begin!” bellows the ringmaster
of this farcical circus.
Hands slaps to my forehead – what
The hell have I done?
Another vain attempt streaks my mind, so
Hunting drugs, swinging from rafters I go
To dull the panic.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Tap my knuckles to
Veins, and I stroll, crawl chugging
Fire to tame the burn. I twist,
Writing in the storm, dashed out in smoke
Until finally I run down, tail biting me this time
And I fall under. Slumbering with my misery-
Alone again.