Another from Zeitgeist, 6/29/08.
The guy who suggested this topic was smoking pot at the table next to us (hey, in SF at a beer garden, this is wide open).
His eyes were really red, and he was totally loving this poetry game we play.
Asked for a topic, he gave an ironic theme.
Theme: Why I Don’t Smoke Pot
Word Count: 23+
I made two versions.
Why I Don’t Smoke Pot
Don’t smoke weed you say
I’m still waiting for why
Your argument has no life
Nothing about you ever has
Get high, then try again.
Why I Don’t Smoke Pot
Give me a reason not to
It must be large and philosophical.
If you can’t think of one
Get high, then think again.
Again from Zeitgeist, 6/29/08.
Word Count; 10
(The fellow who offered the topic was clearly quite drunk and the subject is obviously a product of his state of intoxication. But whatever – the idea with the poems on demand is you never know what someone is going to come up with, and you have to embrace it.)
All else hides inside
Testicles have far more worldly ambition.
Another Zeitgeist poetry challenge from 6/29/08.
Topic: “Sheep’s Milk”
Word Count: 17
Before my first sip
The image of the farmer that fucked this beast.
Do I want to swallow?
This one was given by a woman who did not want to go pee in the porta-potty at Zeitgeist.
Subject: “How Do You Pee in the Porta-Potty?”
Word Count: 20
Dignity is gone, nobody knows.
Grace demands a public stage
And a dressing room
Where it builds
Where it falls.
Maybe this woman gave us the theme because it was Gay Pride Day and there were free tests being given.
Subject: “Your First AIDS Test”
Word Count: 15
Your First AIDS Test
Pass / fail tests – when do they ever get respect?
But this one cannot mean more.
This theme was given by the red-headed woman who wanted us to write about “Why am I still single?” – for some reason that sparked a conversation but no poetry challenge.
Front Yard Gardens in San Francisco
Outside, flowers that grow in light.
Inside, life that grows in the dark.
I liked doing this one.
Topic: “Can You Read My Brain Waves?”
Word Count: 23
“Can You Read My Brain Waves?”
Thoughts are a placid ocean
Life gives a stir
You ride the wave
It if crashes into me,
Only then I’ll know.