Last year I used the Marathon to create over 40 poems for a verse novel I’ve been plodding away on for years. It was an excellent way to create content that was 1) occasionally pretty good in it’s own right or 2) good starting points for editing. Which I’ve been doing for the past couple of days. I think I’ve probably got around 50-60 poems to write to finish the narrative, then I can assemble, cull, crunch, create when there are gaps or whatever is necessary. Regardless. I should after tonight have a pretty decent rough edit assembled. Yay!

As per the 2022 24 Hour Poetry Marathon I won’t be posting all of every poem on this website. I’ll post the best few lines or 2 to 3 lines that make the most sense out of context. Consider them: pseudohaiku.

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& we’re away. As with last year, the Marathon offers two official prompts every hour, one text-based & one visual. Being a sucker for punishment & given it worked last year I’m gonna attempt to create TWO poems every hour ... Here’s the first hour’s snippet.

(Hour 01 BONUS) 10.30-11.30pm. IMAGE PROMPT:  toll booth in forest

glow

ahead : oddly : a light : in a window : in a hut : a warm glow : in the darkness : of the forest

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(Hour 02) 11.30-12.30am. TEXT PROMPT, POV of self from 10 years ago

At least now it’s quiet
Except for Mummy sobbing on the floor
I go to her: Mummy I’m hungry
Go away she screams

I don’t know where to go

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(Hour 03) 12.30-01.30am. VISUAL PROMPT, woman sitting in an orange “well“

Well

sometimes i feel trapped : a speck of white dust : at the bottom of an endless well : at the bottom of a black hole : at the bottom of the universe 

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(Hour 04) 01.30-02.30am. BOTH PROMPTS combined: marriage poem without mentioning marriage + silver cave light space with benches

a slight snag

futuristic igloo : crossed with minimalistic man cave : for the modern adventuring extraterrestrial

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(Hour 05 BONUS) 02.30-03.30am. VISUAL PROMPT: computer chair in an empty room with polished floorboards  

moving 

we take what we need : to survive : but this house : i’m in : at the moment : has broken me 

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(Hour 06) 03.30-04.30am. TEXT PROMPT, flat earth

I quite like this poem, it’s short & kinda punchy so I’m posting the whole thing. The prompt in full was: “The earth is actually flat, you look over the edge and what do you see? Describe it.”

edgelords

if i could : look over the edge : of everything : what would i see

the edge : of the horizon : more dust
the edge : of the earth : tree roots crumbling into air : ocean waterfalling into mizzle
the edge : of the galaxy : perhaps even : the red desert hole of a planet : these interstellar arseholes came from

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(Hour 07) 04.30-05.30am. VISUAL PROMPT, swing on the edge of a field of sunflowers

flowers of the sun

that wild violent yellow
racing off towards forever

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(Hour 08) 05.30-06.30am. AUDIO + VISUAL PROMPT: Sylvan Esso – Funeral Singers (feat. Collections of Colonies of Bees) + man by fire beneath stars

Another complete poem post, cos it’s one I truly love. Not least because the Marathon led me to a song (perhaps band) I (will) really enjoy.

sparks

thank god : for friends who : sing at funerals : keep lighthouses : collect bees : float beneath ceilings : remain fresh : despite being behind the times : embody goosebumps : ache for books : live in sylvan worlds : flash time : stare skywards : sail boats to stars : love limitlessly : hypnotise laughter : huddle to fires : reveal in blue infinities : stick their arms out car windows : to let their hands : fly up with the force of the wind : like aeroplanes : as someone they love : drives them : endlessly home

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This was an interesting prompt, one that is often used: make a poem using at least 5 out of a list of 10 words (I always try & include all 10). Two words had a distinctly American flavour: elk & bayou. Given I am an Australian poet, I have changed those words which do not suit my poems being set in Oz. Nonetheless the original words did their jobs by forcing me to think in images I wouldn’t have done without the prompts. In fact they did the job so well, those 2 lines are my favourites from the poem…

(Hour 09) 06.30-07.30am. TEXT/VISUAL PROMPTS: ten words + 2 butterflies

Butterfly curses

Eyes that suck me in like mangrove mud

Always angry as a wild cassowary

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(Hour 10) 07.30-08.30am. TEXT PROMPT: title begins with words “what is love”

what is love

home : which now : contains : little more than drifting ghosts : to rescue a boy

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(Hour 11) 08.30-09.30am. TEXT PROMPT: “Extraordinary in Ordinary”

pillow talk

just to rest : for one night : in luscious luxurious : lighter than air : angel’s wings : fairy floss : cotton cloud cliche : comfort

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(Hour 12) 09.30-10.30am. TEXT PROMPT: poem about a closet

behold 

almost as if : the room breathes : albeit out of time : with me : so i stand still : in the doorway : trying to allow my breath : my heartbeat : to match the room : soon : we sync

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(Hour 13) 10.30-11.30am. TEXT PROMPT: profession description, humorous x2

Ryan: an abridged Resume

Many Name Bearer : Ring Diver : Cruiser of Lands : Star Partner : Sky Hunter : Brother Discoverer : Pod Rider : Doggo Adopter : Bad Man Outsmarter : Orange Hater (the colour not the citrus) : Propulsion Ponderer : Dam Buster : & of course : Earth’s Only Hope Against Evil Invading Army Of Desert Loving Crustacean Creature Things

Stella’s CV

Born again cave girl
Dweller in silent places
Reluctant Guerrilla Fighter in a war I doubt we can win
Grandparent Seeker
Admirer of Many Dawns

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(Hour 14) 11.30am-12.30pm.  PROMPT: redact a poem

REDACTED

here’s what we know : there are ⬛️⬛️ types of ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : currently on this ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : there’s the ⬛️ : which we think are at least partially ⬛️⬛️⬛️ but mostly ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : then there’s the : ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ things : of the two : the ⬛️⬛️⬛️ are more ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : they have a ⬛️⬛️⬛️ kind of ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ : or at least a ⬛️⬛️⬛️ board which makes them : pretty effective ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : though they can be ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ : with effort : the ⬛️ just run by rote : doing manual ⬛️⬛️⬛️ style tasks

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(Hour 15) 12.30pm-13.30pm. BOTH PROMPTS: another POV + pot head.

perfect posture

Priya has put the pot
On her head … & left it there

…
Despite our 
cautionary silence. We all cheer.
Now she’s dancing. Russian squat
Irish River. Twerking. Flossing.
The pot a part of her as much as her hair.

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(Hour 16) 13.30pm-14.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: poem pretending to be something else

Thank you Poetry Marathon gods … this is exactly what I needed.

ATTENTION

unfortunately
this poem factory
is currently 

CLOSED
FOR LUNCH

We will reopen again
at 2.30 ACT
after a bite to eat
& possibly a quick
lie down

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(Hour 17) 14.30pm-15.30pm. PROMPT: Kaleidoscope

But decidedly uninspired by kaleidoscope, chose to play round with this app instead.

burn it down

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(Hour 18) 15.30pm-16.30pm. BOTH PROMPTS: haunting + photo of 2 corvids

three ravens

& we wander on : away : wondering : what calamity occurred here : worse than elsewhere : to flaunt its : torment so brazenly 

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(Hour 19) 16.30pm-17.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: inarticulate surroundings, tiny truth

exhausted

we’re lost high on some tiny hills
somewhere in a valley of paradise 
overlooking a misspelt ancient 
Spanish warfield dripping olives

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(Hour 20) 17.30pm-18.30pm. VISUAL PROMPT: animal with red eyes in blackness

embers in the dark

Been exhausted so long
But his eyes in the dark
like red embers    glowing

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(Hour 21) 18.30pm-19.30pm. BOTH PROMPTS: start & end with running + yawning lion

running problems

iii.
Running nose
Dribbling onto a shirt
Worn 9 days running

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(Hour 22) 19.30pm-20.30pm. BOTH PROMPTS: pizza + silence

a small piece of peace

& suddenly : for the first time : there’s a beat : of genuine : silence : as we all remember : piping hot : pizza : greasy fresh : from the box : till Rueben breaks : the ceasefire : gotta be Hawaiian : & Priya screech-shouts : pineapple : on piz-zah! : please tell me you’re kidding

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Not quite sure what’s wrong with me … but as I finished the previous poem with half an hour to spare, I elected, ie, of my own volition, to undertake a bonus poem. (IKR!)

This was the full text of Hour 22’s prompt. — A few years back I prompted everyone to write a cheese poem because of this quote, “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” ― G.K. Chesterton. The same could be said of pizza, so that’s your prompt this year. Pizza.

(see above)

[& now, see below)

(Hour 22) 19.30pm-20.30pm. BONUS: cheese

sour cheese

“Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.”
G.K. Chesterton

Well might English 
writer, philosopher, critic
& Father of Brown

bemoan cheese’s woeful
under-representation
in the annals of poetics

as he himself 
being a descendent 
of Clerihew Chesterton 

aka the 1st Lord Chester ;
the name Chesterton
is an Elizabethan corruption

of Cheeses’ Town
from Latin Jesus’ Town
— & if cheese is good enough

for our Lord
surely it’s worthy of 
more diverse versification 

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(Hour 23) 20.30pm-21.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: a world that is not this one

this is not the prompt i was looking for

almost every poem I’ve written
over the past 22.5 hours
has been in a world not this one
as I continue to flesh out
my Young Adult Novel in Verse
manuscript Dropped the Sky —
a beyond dystopian alternearth
where seemingly 99.9% of earth’s
biomass has been exterminated
converted to fine orange dust
via an invasion force of intergalactic
end-of-lease style AI/cyborg crustaceans
& follows teenaged survivors
Stella & Ryan as they seek ways
on how to stay alive

that said it seems fair
I write this poem about me
… in this world as an inverse
to the prompt above — given
every previous prompt today
I’ve endeavoured to filter
through Ryan or Stella’s eyes
— even if it’s not okay

… I’m too tired to care 🤩

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(Hour 24) 21.30pm-22.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: poem about hope

the hope trap

1.
I hope I’m smart enough
That next year I remember
Nay, I decide not to sign up
For another poeting marathon
I’m getting waaay too old for this claptrap 

2.
Except of course I won’t
I’ll be here again with bells
Revelling in the subliminal
Fugue state at the end of a day
Built on but a few scattered 12 minute naps

3.
Because the beauty of Marathon:
Poet-style is the hope that in
This heteroclitic haze of exhaustion
Gold is struck & I just step out
The way, let the shine glow : then — snap!

As stated in my introductory posts about the 2022 24 Hour Poetry Marathon June 25-26 I won’t be posting all of every poem on my website. I’ll post the best few lines or perhaps, 2 to 3 lines that make the most sense out of context. Consider them: pseudohaiku.

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(Hour 01) 10.30-11.30pm. IMAGE PROMPT: spiky sculpture in snow

& we’re away. One down (though technically two). The Marathon now offers two official prompts every hour, one text-based & one visual. Being a sucker for punishment & it being early days, this hour (& perhaps this hour only) I’ve written one for each. The visual one was as the title of this post suggests. Here’s the snippet.

nuerons

being close to a mystery : & not knowing is agony : even if that knowledge : has the express purpose : of obliterating : us

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(Hour 02) 11.30-12.30am. VISUAL PROMPT, Man looking round white edge

Managed two again this hour. Again choosing the visual prompt largely because it’s from the other characters POV & I want to mix it up.

L-plate hitch-hiker

not sure what
Ryan thinks he’ll do
now he’s clinging —
to the edge of
one of those things —

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(Hour 03) 12.30-01.30am. VISUAL PROMPT, red tree in pink field

The poems keep coming, but I’m already feeling tired. This is too early for this to be happening.

Agent Orange

all this red dust in the sky : gets in your eyes : doesn’t irritate or itch : but plays tricks : on what you know is there: but feels like it isn’t : or can’t be 

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(Hour 04) 01.30-02.30am. BOTH PROMPTS combined: 100 years from now & old piano in the forest

A bit cheeky but I’ve combined both prompts in this one poem. I’m okay with it, cos it gives me a longer break & the two prompts do work together well. Having said that, I know I haven’t quite set the poem 100 years from now, only in Stella’s imagination, but the intention is there.

old pianos

i came across an old piano
in the forest flaking veneer 
like the shoulders of a sunburnt child

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(Hour 05) 02.30-03.30am. TEXT PROMPT: write a poem using 5 of the 10 words

I’m glad my story has hallucinogenic drugs in it. Means I can whip off a quick poem, claim the character ingested Dust again & go rest. NB I used all 10 words

halluc:nogen 

so i half-dream : of sunflowers : knitting cheddar : cheese satchels : for their favourite gardeners : to keep seeds in

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(Hour 06) 03.30-04.30am. TEXT PROMPT, letter from someone no longer in your life

Bit uninspired by the photo, & I struggled to adapt the text prompt to the verse novel … but I kind of have by using personal stories & pretending they happened to Ryan (there’s always a letter poem in these kind of things NaPoWriMo & Marathon & I’m bit over them TBH).

absences

spending endless hours trying to teach “I love you”
in Russian: Ya lyublyu tebya without success
if only I’d tried Yellow blue tibia I might’ve succeeded

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(Hour 07) 04.30-05.30am. VISUAL PROMPT, old couple on bench in silhouette 

5am here and very tired. This needs a lot of post-marathon tweaking.

Lookout

& for the first time — I realise — how quiet
No insects, very few almost hesitant birdcalls
(no song) & no sign of movement on any roads

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(Hour 08) 05.30-06.30am. VISUAL PROMPT: Mancala game

wrote poem. needed nap. nap raged long

stones

in tonight’s house : the boy finds : a Mancala set : the rules : are so simple : as I watch : the boy & girl : play : she is rapidly : collecting : all the stones 

i try not : to see : the symbolism

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(Hour 09) 06.30-07.30am. TEXT PROMPT: kitchen cupboard memory

Take elements of truth. Tweak. Create new truth.

tinned soup

tonight straight from the tin
cold & without buttered toast

— i’m struggling to recall its appeal

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(Hour 10) 07.30-08.30am. VISUAL PROMPT: looking up at a couple touching foreheads from below

After initially being singularly stonkered & utterly unimpressed by both prompts, this cute, perhaps clever, & definitely quirky tale presents another side to Ryan’s character … along with providing some much needed humour

chins +

so while we are : essentially : all looking skywards : anxious of AI pods : & drones : & god knows what : other death-dealing : monstrosities : he’s doing that too : plus with chins : & pimples : & boofheads : & meaningless arguments : about Disney : blocking much of the view 

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(Hour 11) 08.30-09.30am. TEXT PROMPT: laughter poem without using laugh words

It’s “funny” how a prompt which initially made me groan, can produce a poem (& a part of the narrative) I would never have conceived of without the initial impetus. So pleased with how things are tracking.

not funny

all five of us
holding it in
as best we can

they’re so close
we hear their
near silent hum

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(Hour 12) 09.30-10.30am. BOTH PROMPTS: a gathering + photo of several drums

This is a bit too long & a bit too narrativey, but given I didn’t quite know where it was going I’m glad it got where it did in the timeframe I had. As they say in the film biz: I’ll fix it in post hahaha.

drumming circle 

soon we had : a wild rhythm : going : including wild roars : hollers : screams : & yelps : as well as a canine chorus : from Milky : delighted he could join in : the chaos 

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(Hour 13) 10.30-11.30am. TEXT PROMPT: something bad that went right

A short poem’s a good poem, I always say. Especially if it says all it needs to say & fulfils the prompt.

TEOTWAWKI

need to find a way to say
that even though it took
the world almost (& maybe still)
ending

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(Hour 14) 11.30am-12.30pm. 1.5 PROMPTS: photo of mushrooms by boots + kinda a folk tale with a twist

No setup in this poem (lack of time) but it might actually work depending on the poems around it.

psilocybin

chanterelles 

time is more
than standing still
it’s lying on its back
staring at the stars

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(Hour 15) 12.30pm-13.30pm. BOTH PROMPTS: lust + delicate leaves

Sometimes everything falls into place with such simplicity: the prompts both word & visual; the idea, the image, the moment in the narrative, the structure, the actual words themselves — that’s when writing truly is …

bliss

& i feel as see-through
& light

as the skeletal filaments
of a leaf left too long on the tree

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(Hour 16) 12.30pm-13.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: last line question, title the answer

Two pretty uninspiring prompts this & photo of bland sunset mean I’ve taken the last hour easy to recharge for the final run home.

Nobody knows

How the bloody hell
did they just obliterate
7 billion people
& countless billion
animals, birds, insects
in a millisecond?

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(Hour 17) 14.30pm-15.30pm. PROMPT: mythical monster & silhouetted image 3 figures against blue slit 

This one remains a WIP. Too much research too many unknowns, not enough about that section of narrative is locked in. Something to work on …

dam & blast

ahead : a narrow strait : dripping water : darkness : pale blue light : beyond : as if under neath : an endless ocean : forcing down : desiring only : to drown : anyone near : the wall whispers : of : all that water behind

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(Hour 18) 15.30pm-16.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: moment of joy

A nice little poem about one character’s moment of joy, made more interesting as seen through another’s eyes.

glad day

still : watching Stella : arms to the sun : dancing : is a breath stopping : sight : that bubbles : laughter : in even my : grumpy breast

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(Hour 19) 16.30pm-17.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: poem for a city, real or imagined

Sometimes prompts are just perfectly fitted for poems in your head. Yesterday while preparing & planning & re-reading current poems to find where there’s gaps that need filling, an arrival into the big smoke was one of those on the agenda. So tick.

just do it

most disturbing
are the piles of clothing
jeans & shirts & dresses
blown into doorways
handbags & backpacks
dumped on footpaths

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(Hour 20) 17.30pm-18.30pm. VISUAL PROMPT: a mattress bed in a flower bed

I’ve said nothing which is enough said.

mattress bed in a flower bed

in my dream : i dream : of trying to sleep : lying on this : oddly placed : day lounge : but i can’t : knowing as i do : that 7 & 1/2 : earth minutes ago : the sun somehow : blinked entirely : out of existence : as if an enormous : intergalactic child : picked it up : like a marble : & popped it in : her pocket : before jumping on Einstein’s : beam of light : & riding away : stopping all the clocks : behind her

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(Hour 21) 18.30pm-19.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: less than 50 words: must contain umbrella or almond

No more than 50 words. Perfect timing. (Though I did add a little game of my own into the mix)

umbrella?

no way
not for me
you don’t get it  
i don’t need an umbrella
want blessed rainfall on my skin
always keeping me clean, safe from harm
away from whatever’s in that alien Agent Orange
eviscerating everything good real & warm into soulless dust 

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(Hour 22) 19.30pm-20.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: tenderness

Another synergy moment. I need this moment. Tenderness was the perfect framing moment.

tenderness

I just do. Trust me. I know without knowing
How I gotta approach them like they’re
Skittish colts. Cos they really are.

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(Hour 23) 20.30pm-21.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: title of a book(s)

This penultimate poem is not related to the verse novel. It was originally going to be, but I got carried away playing games. 🤣

42 Bookers 2015-21

it might only be
a little life
but it is my life
& i am unwilling
to exit west
to lose everything
under the overstory.
i am a satin island
in a sea of fishermen
born in the year
of the runaways
next to a spool
of blue thread.
sucked hot milk from
the autumn milkman
am all that man is.
am girl, woman, other.
do not say we have
nothing. for we are
his bloody project
a history of wolves.
and i would rather
spend 10 minutes
38 seconds in this
strange world
in this mournable body
in the new wilderness
of a real life
than be burnt sugar
for the shadow king
& that is the promise.
for no one is talking
about this bewilderment
and the fortune men
lose in the sellout
to a passage north
to the great circle
of ducks, newburyport.
the long take
of the testaments
reminds us 4321
of lincoln in the bardo
& a brief history
of seven killings:
eileen, elmet, shuggie bain,
washington black, quichotte
as well as an orchestra of
minorities in the mars room.

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(Hour 24) 21.30pm-22.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: poem that starts & end with same word (5 options given or choose your own)  

Also not from the YA novel. Just want it all to stop hahahahahaha.

5 one-line pomes about: hope, stardust, cheese, sleep, & shoes

i.
hope sleeps in cheese shoes

ii.
shoes hop over sleeping stardust

iii.
sleep cheesy hope in your stardust shoes

iv.
cheese stardust slopes hopewards

v.
stardust chews sleep and shows hope