| Zelda's Inferno Poems | ||||||||||
| by Mike Monroe | ||||||||||
| Exercise: Write streams of conciousness based on the images that come into your head when hearing ceratain words. The words: peace (misheard by me as "peas"), war, history, angel |
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| Peas, War, History, and the Angel Peas: a bowl of tiny green spheres my mother hands to my brother his young face contorts into a pouty frown eyebrows crinkled mouth puckered and slanted down War: twin towers crumbled to the ground but the statue still stands strong raising its torch to the sky History: a reel of film bent and curled floating in a black abyss pictures on the reel include: screaming dictators starving faces musicians blowing trumpets joyously and helping hands Angel: white light orgasm flames shining happiness warm smell of baked cakes and cushions and cellos humming low tones |
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