Poem With A Failed Tornado

This poem, a collaboration with Maureen Seaton, was first published in the online journal coconutpoetry.org. We used several techniques, such as exquisite corpse. Plus we invented our own writing games.

Neil de la Flor & Maureen Seaton

Poem With A Failed Tornado

Dear American Idol. Dear Cracked Corndog. Dear Stool Softener. Dear Orange You Glad To See Me: plop!

P, for plot of land, porky chops, all chopped up and nowhere to gamble, thimble on my plumb thumb, therefore—dance.

You are such a snob, little coupe. I bring you plums and what do I get? (Once I was a brownbudsman, once I had no broken feet.)

Once I had nothing brown. Now, everything is brown, even black is brown, the teller too, the tiny crumbs between your toes.

Don’t feed me! Feed me lechuga (lettuce). Feed me arroz (rice) con (with) pollo (pollo).
Feed me something uncorndogish.

Freedom hangs like heaven over everyone.