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]]> By: Gorelets « Strange Latitudes http://www.gorelets.com/blog/instigation/twisted-prompts-for-sicko-writers-26/comment-page-1/#comment-171 Gorelets « Strange Latitudes Tue, 08 Jul 2008 21:25:31 +0000 http://www.gorelets.com/blog/?p=443#comment-171 [...] to add:  As Mike points out below, I wrote a poem and posted it there.  It can be read here. « Teh Flake! Amsterdam Webcam [...]

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]]> By: Rich Ristow http://www.gorelets.com/blog/instigation/twisted-prompts-for-sicko-writers-26/comment-page-1/#comment-168 Rich Ristow Tue, 08 Jul 2008 02:38:42 +0000 http://www.gorelets.com/blog/?p=443#comment-168 Okay. I can't resist. Not the best little poem in the world, but do consider that it took me 5 minutes to write this, after I couldn't get the ending out of my head. All the best, Mike. <b>Clown’s Nightmare</b> The frown remains under her make up. Children have pointed and cried all day, and the fathers grabbed their crotches and winked at her, saying “Want to make some side money?” All of that is just a day’s work, from birthday parties to bar mitzvahs and beyond. It’s all different in her studio apartment. Tucked under her quilt, she dreams a pasty white figure, eyes lined black, striped shirt, suspenders and black lips over white teeth. He feels the air as if it’s a wall, and he’s groping for the corner. Okay. I can’t resist. Not the best little poem in the world, but do consider that it took me 5 minutes to write this, after I couldn’t get the ending out of my head. All the best, Mike.

Clown’s Nightmare

The frown remains under her make up. Children
have pointed and cried all day, and the fathers

grabbed their crotches and winked at her, saying
“Want to make some side money?” All of that

is just a day’s work, from birthday parties
to bar mitzvahs and beyond. It’s all different

in her studio apartment. Tucked under her quilt,
she dreams a pasty white figure, eyes lined black,

striped shirt, suspenders and black lips over
white teeth. He feels the air as if it’s a wall,

and he’s groping for the corner.

]]> By: Brian Rosenberger http://www.gorelets.com/blog/instigation/twisted-prompts-for-sicko-writers-26/comment-page-1/#comment-158 Brian Rosenberger Sat, 05 Jul 2008 21:05:24 +0000 http://www.gorelets.com/blog/?p=443#comment-158 Michael, One of your prompts reminded me of a poem of mine from a few years ago. It first appeared in Side Show, edited by Cathy Buburuz, which also features a poem of yours. Brian Fears of a Clown Hours after eating the firebreather's homemade chili, beneath rainbowed streaked sheets, as snug as fifteen fellow funny men squished in the company car, a clown dreams confetti composed of nail clippings from infants carcinogenic cotton candy popcorn from radioactive kernels Tunnel of Love plagued by disease bumper cars with road rage greasepaint removed by razor blade a whoopee cushion with teeth face eating cream pies seltzer replaced with acid a hall of mirrors shattered, lifetimes of bad luck apes armed with assault rifles a runaway Ferris wheel, with passengers elephants playing soccer with pre-schoolers pre-schoolers playing paddycake with grizzlies the lion tamer in a pork chop suit the sword swallower hiccups the knife disobeys the knife thrower a fortune teller who's always wrong or always right whoops echoing from the trapeze followed by screams the laughter stops and the clown dreams no more Michael,

One of your prompts reminded me of a poem of mine from a few years ago. It first appeared in Side Show, edited by Cathy Buburuz, which also features a poem of yours.
Brian

Fears of a Clown

Hours after eating
the firebreather’s homemade chili,
beneath rainbowed streaked sheets,
as snug as fifteen fellow funny men
squished in the company car,
a clown dreams

confetti composed of nail clippings from infants
carcinogenic cotton candy
popcorn from radioactive kernels
Tunnel of Love plagued by disease
bumper cars with road rage
greasepaint removed by razor blade
a whoopee cushion with teeth
face eating cream pies
seltzer replaced with acid
a hall of mirrors shattered,
lifetimes of bad luck
apes armed with assault rifles
a runaway Ferris wheel,
with passengers
elephants playing soccer with pre-schoolers
pre-schoolers playing paddycake with grizzlies
the lion tamer in a pork chop suit
the sword swallower hiccups
the knife disobeys the knife thrower
a fortune teller who’s always wrong
or always right
whoops echoing from the trapeze
followed by screams
the laughter stops

and the clown
dreams no more

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