Poetic Experiments at Jason's Place of Possibility

 

An experimental group poetry experience - courtesy of Jason Parr - some of the results are below:


One serious person laughed up on a laptop screen - already taken 3 years - still waiting, contemplating an empty cupboard by the seashore in the sand dunes. 

Two legs walking through ahes, hot embers flashing, burning. The dead Toreador loses spark and sense, tomorrow is at an end. 

Three weeks in one dash camera - all the last touches for the better effect of a picture frame depicting a man and his many inventions, in the garden, in the sunshine. 

Four days before the Easter eggs were scrambled, chicks roasted, his brother came to visit him, bringing popcorn. The microwave went on and a number of years passed fuill of a wonderful grace and dinners. 

The winding tree, Simon with camouflage and the beauty of spring singing from beneath.

On the sunny side of the green, the lady stands proud. A flash of red amidst the green trying to make out what you have seen.

The workshop sat deep in shadow but the man who brings it to life is living with us in his green, torn wilderness. 

Five chanting scarecrows, a deep purple rainbow, unicorns born before golden clouds, singing songs of love for Aunt Sally. Happiness, laughter, joy and sadness. 

Six stars tonight. Tomorrow and yesterday, every day is dark in the world of the man in the top hat. 
Let it burn brightly with white dandruff.

Seven dwarves. Sleepy and Bashful, Grumpy, Snotty, Sexy grew into a wonderful person, I remember that. She was tall and damaged. She remembered me. 

Eight bollocking seagulls fighting for chipolatas, chip and most  beastly madness suspended. Warehouses collapsed with Quadrophenia and Mods.

Nine green men jumped off an airplane into space. A lady appeared to me, under a green mantle, dressed in the colour of flame. Gleaming, she disappeared into a tree. 

Ten sleeping statues, carved out of marble, desperately seek an enemy.

Eleven cockroaches exploded into pieces, splattering, filling the spaces. To the liberation of the soul of God. Singing loud hallelujah and let the chains break free - praise God. 

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