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My internet explorer shut off as I was updating but luckily I didn't have to retype all of that...not that anyone will read it.
In Muncie I started working with a different style of poetry to add to my (what I call) subconscious style poetry. I actually believe the former is called stream of consciousness poetry or something along those lines, where you connect ideas and write it quickly using things from the top of your head. An example of one of the 3 that I wrote, which everyone that's read it loves:
Phallus tongue split for lying
between the sheets of silk, no
cotton tee shirts in a dirty linen hamper for
soft whispering of names, muffled, unassigned
nomenclature evolving Darwin
genus Homo erectus gone limp.
If only I could get it up.
I thought it was cute at least.
In Muncie I started working with a different style of poetry to add to my (what I call) subconscious style poetry. I actually believe the former is called stream of consciousness poetry or something along those lines, where you connect ideas and write it quickly using things from the top of your head. An example of one of the 3 that I wrote, which everyone that's read it loves:
Phallus tongue split for lying
between the sheets of silk, no
cotton tee shirts in a dirty linen hamper for
soft whispering of names, muffled, unassigned
nomenclature evolving Darwin
genus Homo erectus gone limp.
If only I could get it up.
I thought it was cute at least.