stake out your local open mic venue. sit in the back and just jot down fragments that make your ears prick up. if your ears don’t normally prick up then either (a) your venue sucks, (b) you’re genetically deformed, or (c) you’re not listening close enough.* take 1 of those fragments and use it as a first line.
1 night at the Cantab Lounge, I wrote down something and this poem emerged from it. feel free to steal “I dream the bomb” or, better, steal your own first line.
If I Should Die Before I Wake
I Pray the Lord my Soul to Take
I dream the bomb
it’s hard not to
with Cold War parents
A Canticle for Leibowitz
the scene in Terminator 2
that’s all Sarah Connor
fence shockwave
I dream the bomb
machined graphite
crosshair fins
ball blunt shark nose
I dream
the bomb’s energies
flash fire
whistle crescendo
tear silk screen skin
before I wake
*remember, C’s usually the Correct answer.
“*remember, C’s usually the Correct answer.”
I think that is a myth.
“*remember, C’s usually the Correct answer.”
I think that is a myth.