Poetry

It all started with a book of poetry. I thought it was completely silly and thoughtless. Open and expand your mind, I was told. Yet the silliness remained. In an effort to demonstrate that this sort of short, oddly laid out poetry was EFFORTLESS, I wrote two poems in 2 minutes. Each relating to current situations in our apartment. Since then, I have not been able to stop. Reviews include: "Genius", "I laughed til I cried"*, "Genius and Postmodern". Here are the first two written:

(*Disclaimer: this was actually never said, it was a witnessed actual event.)

Coop Dying (90 Whitney ii)

Pizza box
kitchen floor,
crusty food, dirt.
Crying baby.
Dirty Clothes.

Life?

Whitney Number 2 (Carbon Footprint)
Diaper l i n e r s, flushed
pipes glogging
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P jam.
Soupy basement mess.

Environmental services rendered for cash.

Whitney's Number 2.