But instead, I just excerpted some relevant portions of my journal and added some commentary. Still and all, by the time I was finished, I was damn depressed. This is a landmark for me because I exactly haven't been creatively fecund lately. You would think, with all the death and heartbreak going on around here, that I'd be spouting out poetry left and right, but that just hasn't been the case. I wrote one poem as sort of an homage to Checkers, one of my classmates.
Checkers is actually quite a freak.
He teamed up with Deb to write some collaborative couplets for our class. There were six lines in the poem, and it took them two hours to do it. All of his poetry sounds like this. All of it. Actually, this line is much more comprehensible than most, because it actually is comprised of real words.