alix's brain

so we can cuddle.

Day 6- Write a poem of any length incorporating every word from your latest Facebook status. - I’ll do you one better. This is for Zach.

Respect. Love. Memories.

The fraction of your life that intertwined with mine was most pleasant. It was lovely. It was sweet. I could never have an ill phrase to speak of you. I could never have a bothersome memory. In a way, I think I loved you like all friends could love another friend. But in a way that I could have been a greater friend to you. I wish I was. Time did not permit it so. Time had other plans for our lives, and for that fraction of time that our paths were one, I really enjoyed each moment around you.

Respect Love Memories.

Day 4 - Haiku

I am done eating
But not done learning my place
Here at the table

Day 5- Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.

Arnold, the sweet pungent brother of my dear lime, has found himself lost in a pile of oranges. Poor guy doesn’t even know what to call himself anymore!

Where does he belong? Football bloom of the orchard? The diamond of vitamin c?

Oh Arnold.

(is that three lines?)

Day 3- Find the nearest book (of any kind). Turn to page 8. Use the first ten full words on the page in a poem. You may use them in any order, anywhere in the poem.

Book: Filthy Talk For Troubled Times by Niel Labute

Ten words: “I just wish people’d do me one favor: don’t try…”

I am pooped.

I do and do and do

And hardly ever don’t.

I’ll try anything you ask me,

A favor, a request, a wish.

Just realize it won’t be perfect the first time.

If you people’d put yourself my shoes, you might appreciate more of what I do, do, and do.

(inspiration: stage managing/tech rehearsal) Good night.

Write a 5 line poem about the last person you texted.

Mother, how are you?
Where has your memory gone?
Do you remember I love you?
I’ve never forgotten that you love me,
Even though sometimes it seems that way.

Write a poem using the letters of your name, can’t be about you or your name.

All the woman dressed in
Leather, curiously waiting for their next job,
Increase the gap between love and business.
XXX, exiled from ordinary society, is it wrong to have a taste for
Adulteration?
Naive assumptions you must hold of these laborious knaves.
Doing the dirty work to supply affections and attentions to lowest of lows.
Ready. They wait. They will earn their money.
And they will bring home dinner.

It’s a start.