Today's prompt asks us to pull terms from 3 columns. You can check out the columns in the first link, but here are the terms for inspiration I have selected: “play like you are about to start crying”; "novelty song"; "sharks", "concrete", and "snow". Lastly, I want to share Chris Perry's poem from yesterday "on the piss".
the sharks are circling the
last crate-thrown overboard; remnants
from prosperity, endless earworms,
known everywhere. hummed and needed, but loathed
in equal measure. divine scales, tilting to a balance,
the blind lead the more-blind. impressive range.
larvae wriggle to the surface to inherit their destiny.
and just as soon as
the commercial concludes, the chord resolutions
fade. our joy is gone, our
crops murdered by the snow of
a contempt-filled winter. fallowed land
made concrete. our ship has run aground.
everything must go. soon the fins, silent, patient.
vultures of the sea begin their patient laps. soon,
the correction. soon, the gnashing of teeth. soon
enough.
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