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
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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