More poetry
Wrote these in ENG 220 on Friday. I was really bored. I mean, come on, how excited could you possibly get over the patterns of the African American Vernacular of English. It's just so complicated.
Fall as an Engine
by Joey Minutillo
Beautiful seasonal death, engine turns over
Color signifies the hour of passing
Piles of these colors
In the form of leaves
Breathes
Counting stars
As the world dies
Culminated in these piles
In these seasons
A quatrane of change
The engine turns over
Host & Parasite
by Joey Minutillo
Started as cells, close to nothing in a jar
Grew exponentially in all directions, spreading
Like wildfire
Slivers of life scattered
Traveling
Our patronage is not wanted
Nor needed
A perilous reduction
As we grow
Swarming
In a sea of antibiotics
Fall as an Engine
by Joey Minutillo
Beautiful seasonal death, engine turns over
Color signifies the hour of passing
Piles of these colors
In the form of leaves
Breathes
Counting stars
As the world dies
Culminated in these piles
In these seasons
A quatrane of change
The engine turns over
Host & Parasite
by Joey Minutillo
Started as cells, close to nothing in a jar
Grew exponentially in all directions, spreading
Like wildfire
Slivers of life scattered
Traveling
Our patronage is not wanted
Nor needed
A perilous reduction
As we grow
Swarming
In a sea of antibiotics