More poetry experiments

December 29, 2009

So I oneword-ed today and got “birdhouse”:

Jail being a “birdhouse”
Does that mean that prisoners can fly?
Does that mean that they can sing?
(Though I have no idea why.)

And liked it decent and didn’t get much out of the word besides, so I looked at other people’s entries for birdhouse and found:

“Bad word followed by another and yet an other. What complete nonsense.” (Hat tip: TiganMurda)

Which is much more fun and made me write this weird rhythm psuedo-Alice in Wonderland knockoff:

Another, another, another! These words wander aimlessly despite even rows,
Hustling along through meaningless space, enduring no ends! Oh, but a line ends,
Does it not? And a poem ends, at least not accounting for a reader’s thought!
But you’ll have no end as such yet–No, words are not done with you,
Though you may do away with them. Go on, stop! Defy your eyes from this page,
You should find yourself hardly in a position of power, for these lines do exist
Far past your life’s in like! The poem means no evil, friend, in knowing it will outlast you,
Knowing it can grow and frolic unending in new childrens’ minds; you may well be immortal with it,
For its gloating is only known through the eyes of your own thinking eyes!