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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.
