They might be wild roses
by
They might be wild roses
he is going
London is awake,
discover a secret under unnatural lights
dancing queen was the worst.
Write
God inhaled
authenticity do not apply to his work.
Don't imagine food, supplies, and babies.
They came to turn
Nordstrom. The
sex I had when
This poem was generated using the cut-up technique as part of a group exercise at a class I'm taking at The Grotto called Pushing The Boundaries: Experiments in Fiction and Poetry (with Jenny Bitner). Every member of the class cut out words and phrases from whatever sources they chose, put them in a big envelope, and then we grabbed a handful at random and arranged them pretty much as they came. I manipulated mine slightly but only very slightly. You can learn more about cut-up technique and try it yourself. I don't know why I never thought to use cut-up before, but then again that's exactly why I decided to take this class: to push me in new creative directions.