Improv 1 (Week 4)

I decided to more practice with form based on Gwendolyn Brooks We real cool.. Her repetition of the we strikes a resounding rhythm throughout the piece so i wanted to try something similar with a piece describing a set of phrases if that makes sense. Or rather the title leads into the poem. Meter is iambic tetrameter since i tend to struggle with that.

Promise Me

Nothing serious, ambiguous.

Undersides of puddles birthed

From last week’s backwash. Tips of 

words grafted from skin of tongues.   (hmmmm frontal substitution)

Not the dam, but splinters lodged

Into wood from used pencils

in painting. Shoestrings to lace up insides

Of bursting arteries. Flash 

drives that go down on me, (iffy about this line, clarification?)

papers stained with water, just papers.