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| first page of my "black out" poem |
Moving quickly,
promising sloppy getaways
Weekend intensity
Morning heavy
The threat somewhere inside, within
The risk
More time to linger
Damage done
I don’t know
I didn’t know the cost
Falling and breaking
The most vulnerable parts
wore away,
washed out
Ruin
Washed out love
submitted for mindlovemisery, Prompt 7, Nonsense/Madness
This is my attempt at Dada poetry, taking random words and making a poem. I used a news article about recent storms and used the "black out" technique to leave only the words I wanted for the poem.
