Poem #8/30 Found Poem/Weird Pantoum

FOUND POEM/ WEIRD PANTOUM
(created from email sent by the one who wasn’t the one)

I’m patient, probably to a fault
Denial never stopped a drum beat
Someone’s making the world’s best pizza
Someone’s running with a bag of doughnuts

Denial never stopped a drum beat
Black collared jacket in a steel doorway
Someone’s making the world’s best pizza
My room faced southeast, right at you

Someone’s running with a bag of doughnuts
Let’s pretend to meet for coffee
Black collared jacket in a steel doorway
Coats open, jeans at our ankles

Let’s pretend to meet for coffee
Someone’s making the world’s best pizza
Denial never stopped a drum beat
I’m patient, probably to a fault

© puma perl, 4/8/11

Poem 7/30 Erasure Poem from the Road

I decided to return to Rachel McKibbens April 1 prompt to create an erasure poem from a page torn out of The Road. I used all the words left, and no additional words, but not in a particular order.

ERASURE POEM FROM THE ROAD
(prompt 27, Rachel McKibbens http://rachelmckibbens.blogspot.com/)

burning city
country river
just as I conceived
it to be

the boy
the common beast
the dead snakes

no remedy
cold hard edges
exposed
on hillside grounds

rose rock
whispered
and left
a lost moon
in blackness

© puma perl, 4/7/11

Poem #5/30 BINGO

"Faced with such paradoxes, most of us choose to accept the default
setting that makes life easiest, while reducing our exposure to
ridicule. " prompt sent by Rob Plena Irizarry


BINGO

The boys hissed fat ass, fat ass at me all summer long.

Once, I drew the winning BINGO card, but I stayed in my seat staring
at my dirty ripped white Keds while they called out my numbers.

O64. N23. B7.

Fat ass. Fat ass. Fat ass.

The prize was in a gift-wrapped box.

I wanted it badly, but my short shorts made my ass look even fatter.

I could not walk across that room.

Eventually, they gave up searching for the prize winner.

The counselor probably kept it for herself.

It took some time to learn that my big lovely ass was a gift,
greater than the other girls’ skinny legs and straight hair.

© puma perl, 4/5/11

Poem #4 - An Erasure Poem

An Erasure Poem is a poem where you take a text, any text, black out or erase all of the words you don't want, and build a poem from what's left.
This poem was built from an article in the AAA Car & Drive magazine about games to play on the road when your radio breaks. The last time my radio broke on the road, I fixed it by banging the console with a hammer. Eventually, I broke the console.

Erasure Poem from AAA Car & Travel

Radio road trips
My little sister imagines music

We set out
on an overnight drive

Pass the time
Reminisce
Plan the future

Leave a void

Things to say
run out

Forever to cross
Virginia

A simple game
we played as kids

Whizzed by the dial

Going to a picnic
talk about food

Games
Memory

Banana and asparagus

A virtual menu

Whoever uncovers the chain
Wins

© puma perl, 4/4/11

Poem #3 Pantoum for Love

No 30/30 would be complete withoout a pantoum.

Pantoum for love

Do you love me? Do you love me?
Did I ever say I didn’t?
No, but I thought you couldn’t.
That didn’t mean I wouldn’t.

Did I ever say I didn’t?
Perhaps while I was sleeping?
No, but I thought you couldn’t.
I drank ginger tea with honey.

Perhaps while I was sleeping?
I forgot to change the sheets.
I drank ginger tea with honey.
They stuck and smelled of you.

I forgot to change the sheets.
And I didn’t do the laundry.
They stuck and smelled of you.
A little like my father.

And I didn’t do the laundry.
I finished all the soda.
A little like my father.
I’ll buy you some tomorrow.

I finished all the soda.
Don’t know why I’m always thirsty.
I’ll buy you some tomorrow.
Do you think we’ll be together?

Don’t know why I’m always thirsty.
Your name sticks to my tongue.
Do you think we’ll be together?
For as long as we are breathing.

Your name sticks to my tongue.
I wish that I could change it.
For as long as we are breathing,
Do you love me? Do you love me?

© puma perl, 4/3/11

Poem #2 Romeo's Poem

ROMEO’S POEM

remember
we are nothing

more

nothing more than visitors

eyes meet
softly
in the big chair

learn the word for mommy

just a bunch of letters

love is your finger
wrapped around my rings

you still don’t know
where you end
and space begins

soon,
you will smile
across your shoulder

and race through
the world

© puma perl, 4/2/11

Poem #1 - Borderline

OK I am going to do the 30/30 for National Poetry Month - it's sort of a ritual; by May 1 I will have at the end have 30 pieces, and I will actually like a couple of them.
I haven't been writing much poetry, mostly prose and performance pieces, so these poems may be weird. This is the first one.

BORDERLINE

April again
A poem a day.

Madonna’s stuck in my head

Borderline
Borderline

Suddenly, Borderline
is the most meaningful piece of work
I have ever encountered

You just keep on pushing my love over the borderline

I surrender.
Never will I write a line so concise,
so powerful, so revealing…

Something in the way you love me won’t let me be

Yes!
Who needs couples counseling?
Who needs therapy?

Chubby, sleazy, social climbing Madonna has saved me!

The only problem is that Madonna no longer exists,
she’s morphed into an anorexic children’s book writing anglophile
stealing African kids sweeter than her own home-grown sociopaths…

Borderline feels like I’m going to lose my mind

Borderline
Borderline

I never crossed over,
still worship trash and tackiness
and the memory of teen-age Madonnas
wandering malls in black lace and fingerless gloves
dreaming of Danceteria while the real Madonna
cruised Avenue D with her windows wide open

Something in your eyes is makin such a fool of me

Borderline
Borderline
Borderline

© puma perl, 4/1/11