Poetry: Artistic Constraints Vol. 1

All poems were written with at least two people at the local Von’s Books in Chauncey Village. The process was simple; draw a symbol at random (contained within our FluxKit) and then create a syllabic constraint for the others to follow. Below is some of our output:

blue tie tight collar
sweaty palms licking fingers
cash flowing through them

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toe nails dig in deep
“i will not!” screamed the small man
sinking deeper still

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traffic jamming all up in my shit
honk bonk squank kill. another ticket is all
you see, good lawyers are friends of mine

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suns hurt my eyes ever so
can it be true? what i feel for you
comprehension is all mine

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smirk, sag. droopy eyes.
crushed beneath grey sky giants
not ready to quit

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field of shrooms outer
flocking fungus, private land
green green green grass glows

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gated neighborhood
penned with gilded cages
behind curtains, eyes.

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arrows pushing round
friction. friction. mass head sound.
hot. hot. then sweet cold.

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two eyes and a nose
in shadows painted on the kitchen wall
toiling over you

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acknowledgement, taking, self.
flowing wallpaper is very nice
sing damnit. sing your heart out.

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commercially made
from the finest fibers found
nested in pockets

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i don’t want jock itch
clean underwear means success
dry, powder me please
potato here, there
eyes blink, over and over
why are you looking

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opening our jar
inside taste; the big surprise
nummy, nummy, yum

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passing through course. lead.
me to a bigger surprise
pay attention please

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money at my door
knock knock. who is it? knock knock
aaron burr bang bang

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on a frosty mountain top
eating the heart of the core above
they are abominable

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inspiration leaps down up
hammer of the law smacks down clap. clap
i float between clogged clocks

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starry eyes wrapping around tightly
the night is young, the man is old and cannot see
so he reaches into memory

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spouty water leaves
rolling up the tree slowly
lapping wholeness. yum

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hot girders in rusty sunlight
cracking open a coarse smile
driftwood on the beach

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artistic constraints
like fingers on my left hand
knees. toes. nose. bows. rose.

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