THE CLUB #4

1.)

Everyday
the converse sign
mocks the money

I don't have
For the shoes

that would be so swell
on my feet.

2.)
I dislike converse covered
in the conversational ink
of teenage sharpie doodles.

3.)
Crimson converse
swathed in the blood
of those who would try to keep them from me.
At least I'll be fashionable
on my way
to prison.

4.)
Oh poor, homeless pair of shoes
how rightly it would be
to bring you home with me.

5.)
I'd go right up to the converse door
and politely ask entrance to their store
and if they thought I was a bore,
I'd bore and bore and bore my way inside
just like a boar.

6.)
Look there, someone with a yellow pair.
I'd love to have them on my feet--
but I can't.
And now my converse dreams
are always blue.

7.)
Converse resting on couches,
what better way to spend a summer day
than delighting in your awesome
shoe apparel.

8.)
I wonder
how many converse
does PNQ own?
Can I have some?
I bet BR has
a rainbow pair.

1.)
Islands in sunlight
a misty fog rolling in
i want a cocktail

made of oranges
honey
and sweet, sweet
vodka.

2.)
I like to nibble
the end off of pencils
is that odd?
perhaps it's my adult
nully

3.)
Criminal, criminal
Michael jackson
come sing to me
about criminals.

4.)
We were poor
you and I,
we grew up that way
and now we shake
golden fists
at those who
gurgle, "more!"

5.)
Grass
grass
Grass stains
on your
*ss

6.)
Sad,
alright,
that's how I feel about
everything these days.

7.)
A chair here,
a table there,
honestly
I don't know what constitutes
"furniture"

8.)
People writing poetry
poorly
and fast
that only happens
on PNQ

1.)

Please forgive me,
it's just that
Forms
are hard
to write while
siting on a
speeding train towards home.

2.)
Can you believe
I'm still double checking
to see which prompt is next?
I must need a piece of paper
plastered to head

3.)
I like criminals
who are bad, so bad
but only the ones
who look like
Brad Pitt.

4.)
I'd be poor
if I had no friends.
Oh wait!
haha, jk.

5.)
Brad Pitt,
I'd eat your spit.
No that's gross
I wouldn't
Please go away.

6.)
Sorry Brad
I'm taken by thad!
Cry all you want
But I'll tell my dad.

7.)
Are lamps furniture?
maybe
for flies.

8.)
Ok Pnq,
You've done it
I'm writing poetry.
Who thinks this one
can win the weekly?

1.)
Stuck
on a
train, all day
and the inter-
net keeps going out.

Sorry Noura,
please know
I'm doing my best. :)

2.)
Stationary
trains
burn easily.

3.)
Burning a stationary train
is only legal
if the train is actually made of paper

4.)
Poverty
is too heavy
a subject
for speed
poetry

5.)
Beer
beer
fear no more,
I've got beer
up to my ears!

6.)
Sad,
sad,
I don't want to get glad
cause trash is bad
for the planet.

7.)
This train bench
is not the most comfortable
bench
I've ever sat on
in my life.

8.)
I'd like to see us try to do this
all together
in one room.
Then we'd see
how crazy
we're getting.

1 formed on a free verse

Step over the line
Take your time
Entrance to the left
Please be careful

There was a note on the door
Don't slip on the floor

2 stationery

The pen made mark on paper
Indelibly stamped it said
A blue line a straight line
Any line is a fine line
If you have the time

3 crime

Buddy don't step out of line
You done the crime
I remember that day
And I'm prison I did stay

4 poverty

No bread no fish
Nothing to put in this dish
Hungry you might say
Nothing to eat but hay

5 rhyme

I lie in my bed it's almost 7
Still writing poems
This ones about Kevin
He just went to heaven

6 sad

My daughter looked at me and laughed
OMG dad you are so so sad
When this poem things over I'll be oh so glad

7 furniture

I sat in a chair
Without a care
Hadn't I hadn't I
Shown lots of flare

8 P&Q

Second is no place for me
We will come first
You will see
Our names up in lights
Those in P&Q
Don't go down
Without a fight

1.)
Would you PLEASE
stop posting
COME ON, it's not like we're

Fighting some
ostentaciously epic
Pirate battle.

2.) Scissors
at the desk
to cut the paper
at the desk

3.)
Do not run with scissors
tis a crime
Of epic proportions
Or was it epic
porpoises?

4.)
Poorest porpoises
live in the dredges
of the ocean

5.)
Porpoises
ride tortoises
to work
and back again.

6.)
The tortoise cried
and shed his shell
a sad day to be a naked tortoise
After all, it was cold.

7.)
The tortoise shell
embedded in this boudoir
makes my skin crawl
after writing that last poem
about crying tortoises.

8.)
I don't think poems
were meant to be written
this quickly, Pnq

1.)
I can't stop for a second
even though to stop would mean
I'd get to rest my weary fingers
Instead I'll just write this:
the club is my love
success is around the bend
we've worked our brains dry

2.)
Paper cranes
carry messages
of the folds of your heart
and all the secrets
therein kept

3.)
To kill a crane,
what task!
not the birds,
the big metal ones.

4.)
I'd take this bug home
give it a name and a leaf
to lie on.
but bugs were born homeless
destined to buzz through the streets of life.

5.)
Bugs
lug
their bodies with them
everywhere.

6.)
THe bug is sad
he's lost his dad
oh me oh my
how sad is this bug.

7.)
Bugs like furniture, too
they like the crumbs
left in the cracks

8.)
I can't I can't
oh god FOP
if you're still winning
hats off to you.

1.)

seven minutes left
to write these poems ok
I am trying here
stop stop now
go away

2)
I like paper that crinkles
as it's tossed in the trash
covered in crap poems

3.)
I like people who commit
crimes
and toss them in the trash

4.)
I dislike people who have to be poor
let's toss poverty
in the
trash

5.)
Trash is cool
but don't be fools!
recycle!

6.)
It was a sad day
when I forgot
to recycle
my water bottle

7.)
Tables hold
families together
a circle of warm bodies
surrounding food.

8.)
PnQ omg
my internet's gone out
Quick I have 4 minutes to get it back
and post these last few poems.
AHHH.

1.)
trains are speedy things
they get you from here to there
without missing time

that's what I'd say
at least, if this was a better train.

2.)
Paper paper
rock and scissors
winna winna winnahhh

3.)

3.)
basically,
this poetry
is criminal

4.)
quick!
give this homeless poem
a home!

3.
Fuck
This is some duck
Pardon my language
But I can only make
Hideous poems

4.
Poor souls
Lingering in the streets
They have no place to call
Home