This next poem is a collective poem written
by my Poetry Club. The Poetry Club
consisted of myself, 2 or 3 of my closest
friends, and a high school English teacher.
Each person writes one line of poetry,
folds the paper, and the next person writes
one line of poetry also. Once the poem
has circled once or twice, we unfold the
paper and read what everyone has written
as a collective poem. The trick is that
noone knows what anyone else wrote. Here
is the only one that was ever worth keeping...
Angel's Spoonbread on the Back of Cat's Wings
When the angel fell off the head
of a pin
an enormous "poof" shook the earth
The smell of it was worse than
that of a snail
The rain trickled steadily out of a
The gentle wind ruffled the grass
Felidae slinks through the blades
seeking his prey
Your Horoscope for today:
You call is spoonbread...
because you eat it...with a
Fly away, my dirty Mexican, before
there appears the FBI
The night soon descends on silken wings
Passersby would probably be
shocked by the unusual amount
Take thine hand and make thou way to the
The land before time...
Angel tummies smashing viciously into
autistic tail lights.
Busting really small zebras into jailhouse pooky.