Spring 2006 SLAM! - Congrats to the winners - see you all next time! |
"Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor Free Verse - Seduction Deliberate eyebrow raised in my direction, sowing lust in my field of dreams, stirring magic into my soul, inviting me. Quivering begins for your slow, teasing fingers, tracing paths across my gooseflesh; Cupid's arrow pulled across my loins to sing. You tossed your hair, a silken glove into the ring, winked, and I remembered the game, and knew then, it was on. You wicked, wicked thing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` "Invalid Item" by A Guest Visitor Non-rhyming Pantoum- Death Personified Death spoke to us on a Sunday morning. She drove up in an ice cream truck, organ grinder blaring "Oh, Susanna", handing out Bibles in the neighborhood. She drove up in an ice cream truck, hawking dilly-bars and spewing verses, handing out Bibles in the neighborhood. We came running, tongues wagging, like dollar bills. Hawking dilly-bars and spewing verses, she dressed like a man of the cloth. We came running, tongues wagging, like dollar bills, religiously barefoot, chasing frozen dreams. She dressed like a man of the cloth, clever and sure, watching us lick our cones, religiously barefoot, chasing frozen dreams, while the asphalt baked our tender soles. Clever and sure, watching us lick our cones, she added sprinkles and a cherry on top, while the asphalt baked our tender soles, whispering syrupy confections to us. She added sprinkles and a cherry on top, hissing "Jesus loves you," in our ears, whispering syrupy confections to us, as Jimmy lay cold under the axle. Hissing "Jesus loves you," in our ears, organ grinder blaring, "Oh Susanna", as Jimmy lay cold under the axle, Death spoke to us on a Sunday morning. |