radiant fracture

Exercise: write ten bad poems

(That was the original parameter – I got to 8 before this particular thread exhausted itself. I could have written a couple of unrelated bad poems, but eh. It turned into more of a versioning thing; the urge to revise took over.)

This is to loosen up my hold on the idea of always making perfect things.

I picked hockey because I don’t watch it and am therefore unlikely to accidentally write something good about it.

( Warning: profanity and terribly prosody )

"Bonus"

( Actual poems written somewhere between the ages of eight and eleven and still (god help me) remembered by heart: )

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