This assignment was to write a poem not imitating another student in the class, but assuming their unique tone and voice and using that to write about things that concerned you in the way you would normally write about them.  It was an intriguing challenge, but I settled on a sort of combination of the styles of these two guys who I assume were friends from before the class, judging from the way they acted.  The best I can describe their writing is very personal and very image driven, but in ways that are loosely disconnected at times until you get to the end, whereby the amalgamation of images paints the picture of what they are trying to say.  There was also an issue about alliteration and rhythm, which I had to attempt to insert into the poem.  So I decided the most natural topic would be to write about a girl of whom my memories were both intensely personal but powerfully poignant in the proper context.  So I found one.  What followed was my attempt to write in that sort of voice but building on my own memories and recollections.  The class agreed that while it did sound very much like his writing, it also still kept a very strong element of myself in the vocabulary and the way it structured itself, which I was rather well pleased with.  Some of the images will, of course, not be entirely clear.  So here's a breakdown:

korea - i drive a hyundai, a korean car

crippy - weed.  she was smoking weed in the memory that starts off the poem

blue denimed leg, goldfish, doritos - she was wearing rather tight jeans that night, and as she was smoking weed she got the munchies. but all the food I had was stale goldfish crackers and stale doritos

garnet goose - i had a nickname for her from a long time ago- the gansita- which translates to the little goose, which I called her because she was silly.  she also had red hair when I met her, even though she claims it was brown.  hence, all the reds from here on

limburgering, nemeses - on another night, she asked me to buy some limburger cheese to go throw at a guy's house that had fallen out of her favor recently; I bought some, but we never disbursed it

crimson comfort - her again

spaghetti, gargling - little inside jokes we have with each other about things we've done that are rather embarrassing (you didn't think I'd actually tell you what, did you?)

queer watery bed - I have a waterbed that isn't a true waterbed because the water is encased by a hollow mattress which diminishes the effect of having water in it but also enhances the firmness of it.  It's a great bed, but very odd

conan - conan o'brien, greatest talk show host ever

black leather fancy, blue collar dreams - dreams I would have of things I wish would happen involving her.  I have black leather couches, for the first, and for the second I told her once about this dream I had where we were drinking mai tais on a beach when we were forty-ish with our families.

rivers and adam - rivers cuomo and adam duritz, lead singers and songwriters for weezer and counting crows, respectively

eleven stone bags - similar to the Bush album Sixteen Stone;  I was trying to approximate our weight, only I thought a stone was 12 pounds, not 14.  oops

locksleys - I got this from Men In Tights.  Robin Hood, aka Robin of Locksley, who has the right key to open Maid Marian's chastity belt

There you have it.