My first flarf?
This is written as part of the Poetic Asides National Poetry Month writing challenge. I wasn’t all that into the prompt, and this came out, perhaps a bit snarkier than I intended, but there it is.
All I want is
peace love and understanding
and this lamp,
the breeze off the ocean,
a loaf of bread, a jug of wine,
more hair (except on my back),
sharks with fricking laserbeams attached to their heads,
a pair of really comfortable shoes,
an iPhone rolling on twenty-twos,
the question for which 42 is the answer,
less foot pain,
the movie rights,
forgiven student loans,
more visitors to my blog,
a cup of coffee that tastes as good as it smells,
If flarf is intentionally bad poetry, then I think this qualifies, though it certainly wouldn’t be my first flarf piece. That would probably be my “Sonnet to Sausage,” mercifully unpublished all these years.
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