These are original poems, but I didn't write them. I just cut words out of magazines, newspapers, junk mail, and save them. Then I start arranging them on a page until I sumble upone something I like. Amazingly there are themes and threads that come from my subconsious mind while I'm cutting out words. I wish I had a better pair of scissors. http://chickollage.blogspot.com/2007/04/365-collage-poetry-challenge-day-6.html
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Questioning God
the text
If you could
ask God one
question
what would
you ask?Think about it you stupid
blob of goo!
Why do I
wake up in
the morning
with worries?
Do I remember God chuckling in my head?
Finding ways to laugh
at God isn't wrong.
It can actually be the secret fuel
that makes you accept your fears.
Waking up with a Placebo Head Wound
means whatever it is you want it to mean.
I have the open-minded way I think I live.
In God's eye
I doubt there is much more to what we are.
I send this prayer to faiths I do not need.
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