The Fonts of All Wisdom
By: Emma Barklamb
About The Poem
My best friend went to a creative writing course and she shared some of the homework tasks. She was asked to produce a poem from the first line, I left your words. It was such a great exercise. So much easier to write when you are asked to do it!
- I left your words in-tact,
- Times New Roman,
- Verisimilitudonously taut,
- Where I was guessing at reality,
- Green plastered all over, adhesively re-re-formed,
- Flatly fecund, flawless, youngersundered, youngersullied,
- I sealed myself in a jar, screwed tight,
- Nobody blinked the lid and I remained undercover,
- Gaping with my wearmouth.
- I left your words in tact,
- Polyptotontastically familiar,
- I heard common, pigeon-petrol, dirty lies,
- Granite-grinned, shame smeared, blood iron red, scarmented,
- Shrugged on and off, bi-metallically chosen,
- I peeled myself in cars, screwed in,
- Somebody saw the indicator but I remained underscovered,
- Swagger-staggered, my unseen flayed side.
- I left your words intact,
- Courier knew,
- Laconically misremembered,
- They are rosey-rubbed, ribald-ribbed,
- Purple burst, soft-pink and well-grey healed,
- Older paid, ripe, in season, elecunt,
- I say sweetly, how bizarre, screwed up,
- Everybody synchs the sinks, thinks they’re wonderscovered,
- Sinking, holding close my mondegreen.
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