New Exquisite Corpse poems from this semester’s creative writing class, second hour. Minor changes (punctuation, appropriate word endings) were made to improve readability. I love how poems created somewhat randomly, unintentionally, end up being so wonderfully surprising.
He shaves your grandma’s legs when cash rules everything.
Love is a many-splendored thing that scares us so.
I’m giving up, up, and away.
Stop signs are pointless because there are many dogs.
Bed time is my favorite color.
Underwear is like outerwear, except for the exceptionalism of the word.
Donkeys are dumb animals on the edge of moonbeams and rainbows having to see the light at the end.
I did not want to drink, or not, to my house and kids I destroyed.
I need you to find true love, which is beautifully hot in Acapulco with coconut.
Winter is the season that rhymes with a bat.
I want a drink of me and the time.
And the award goes to go home sad.
The alligator chewed the gum loudly. The trumpet played quietly.
I ate is the past tense purpose of writing.
Good fortune is bad luck in the bowl of being the best person.
Death-defying stunts are two words that cannot express hatred.
The future will never change.
Big people eat a lot of the tip of my nose.
To the supermarket for 20 years to life.
True friends don’t really exist, like in Jurassic Park with dinosaurs running around.
Mate like two moths under the sea where [you’d] better run or else nothing matters the most.
Twelfth Street is the place where the people stay with me ‘til we are like you.
See the big trees die in the clear blue skies and cold lemonade.
The tree was at the park to hold my love.
You gave up instantly the coffee began spilling.
Red violets are blue; I’ve been drinking watermelon juice.
Time goes by very much in the style that only I have.
Your personality intrigues me to rescue her majesty and marry her hair.
Most flowers die fast or get passed gas.
Orange squares taste exactly enough.
Milk does a body; good God, we need ketchup.
Goldfish are very funny looking through Alice’s looking glass.
The ocean sand in your toes feels like gorillas on water.
Mind-numbing gets done at the people.
The cutest little girl in the middle of the ocean where the water looks like an ugly monkey.
Once upon a time flies when you’re having a kitten.
Why did she do whatever you want to do with my favorite food?
Last night I experimented with all the power in a meadow for unicorns.
“This isn’t fun anymore” reminds me of Macklemore.
“Very odd” is what people call me later.
Selfish people always live longer than an elephant’s trunk that has baby chickens.
Night owl was an owl that I wanted to eat.
Me? I’m the best I ever had.
Man, I feel like a person with a pair of socks.
Any dish makes me feel greatness.
A wild animal had been really confused lately.
Like playing a musical chicken that sings girly stuff, yo’ daddy likes when pony tails aren’t.
Clean is better than nothing.
I’m excited about girls who stink like you.
MonkeyMoonMachine 
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