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Longlisted for the 3rd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest.
Tarots warn me “We’re close to quaking” Robot treads, out there, On the moon Amplify red! Forsake orange! Leave all ringed orbs- Lost beneath A weeping bassoon, A language ghostly, Little stars play Air guitar Ink it in Gothic. Roust up a mutiny! Re-strand a mandolin And go off A minute sun Eyes too naked Used to more luxury Than this A trap released Heroes shudder I cannot stand witness… For it all End days at last! A final tea, No use straying… Across the city Anathema nears Trumpets sound One can’t help staring… At worriers “Still the wind! Hold the sandman’s head!” Harassing voice Kind but petty Go risk sin. God made man. He doesn’t have much… Faith in me Roost, we’ve done… Up to the moon. Drought born brain boom- Hit stable Blooms like cotton Full dead rest There in it- A floater
Erasure poetry begins with removing letters and words from an existing text in order to create a new stand-alone piece that provides new meaning to the original passage. For the 3nd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest, we posted an excerpt from a prose poem, Cottonopolis, by Rachel Lebowitz.