Contrariwise
Odd look[s]
Stop.
Free choice.
Volunteer.
Found out,
Out of your mind.
A predictable stage.
Sick.
Cataloging the Detritus of my Life
Contrariwise
Odd look[s]
Stop.
Free choice.
Volunteer.
Found out,
Out of your mind.
A predictable stage.
Sick.
How?
It can’t…
The first chapter is done. Twenty pages of hard sci-fi turned into one really confusing poem. With 243 pages left in the book. This project seems a lot larger in scale now than it did when I first started it. I originally thought that I could construct a poem out of each page in a bout ten or twenty minutes. Experience has shown though that this normally takes about an hour or more. Especially, so when skimming over the page I’m constructing two parallel poems and trying to decide which one will work best.
It’s been interesting, fun, and challenging. I don’t know if I’m learning anything yet from the experience.
“Get him!”
Alone
Cut off
I saw it
the open.
Far away,
A shield,
Too far away