Can a poem be so bad that it crosses over into “awesome.” Today
I’m operating on the assumption that it can. I happened upon some old scraps of
paper yesterday, scraps I’d scribbled on in high school- when my only
relationship to poetry was to make fun of it with my friends. I thought I’d
share one of these creations here. I figure that if the internet can appreciate
the brilliance of Shitty Watercolors, it must also have a place for intentionally crappy
poems:
Day of
McDermot’s Silence
By Farkus
Incogitant winds make me sway,
Disregarding indemnifications,
Geminating my agony.
Time is a braying beast of burden.
Helen of Troy, make no vain promises!
They penetrate my fervid core.
I am
enervate.
Your turn.
