Written by nine people between the ages of 11 and 55, in blue and black ink on one side of a ripped out page of a composition book, while sitting in lawn chairs under the yellow and white striped tent, being entertained by the Chimney Choir, which wasn't a choir at all.
Transcribed here by me in nine different colors. Remember, in an Exquisite Corpse, the writer can only see, and therefore respond to, the line right before his/hers, as the paper is repeatedly folded over as it passes from person to person.
NB: All spelling, line breaks, punctuation, and capitalization have been retained from the original.
"Am I really going to desicrate
this grave forever? Of course
I smiled as I lifted the shovel and
lowered it sharply on the grave
The body of the innocent fell
sharply into the freshly dug grave
Innocence was murdered. Without a care.
In one shake of a storm
A lonely crow burst through the clouds
Exploding into feathers and
dust, black as the darkest night
that flew into the air
Like a bird dropping on a
Friday, June 6, 2014
Monday, May 5, 2014
it was a nice attempt at a bridge.
thank you for trying.
you'll want the blue eyeshadow, right?
and cochineal lips? i can't wait to help you with your makeup.
i might take up running with you in
garden of the gods someday.
fleeing on four legs like you would be faster.
the fences have fallen.
guarded by sad monsters with patient eyes, you beckon.
dear cloud dragons,
i'd like to lift my eyes to your breath.
but prickly micky mouse pears threaten
my chacoed toes.
i will resist the urge to pick you.
we won't bleed.
our hearts beat too cleverly.