Exquisite Corpse 3
 

It's fun, harmless, and sometimes even leads to more serious poetry. So let's do it again.




However, starting in the middle has

whatever the child has that has its own
.

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my thoughts can twist themselves into a knot
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(Btw Ann, that's the oddest reason for editing a post I've ever seen)
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of tangled skeins and other nasties grown

This is just an interjection for Jim, lest he should think I was suggesting something not in keeping with my reputation as a gentlewoman:

http://www.thinkenglish.me/phrases/press-the-tit.html

Carry on playing.

I rarely take note (or make note for that matter) of “reasons for edit” but this one seemingly called to me out of the ether. Now I know what it was saying: “Hey! You! Here’s a foot. Put it in your mouth.”
I knew of other meanings but none of them fit. So I wrongly assumed you had Freudianed it from the word "edit" -- Or thought maybe it was that dastardly creature "Spellcheck" that had done tit. (There it's gone and done it again).

A spades' not a spade.
A rose not a rose
but a tit's not a tit?
The gentlewoman knows.
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I apologize. You are nothing but the gentlest woman in my eyes.
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out of proportion into freakishness

has got me starting to freak out—a lot.

The electrical current sings accompanying jazz.

Oh, goodness—really? Now it's quite the mess.

Aim for the silence at the heart of chaos

of children chewing on their plastic forks.

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a cartoon tattoo nude across his chest
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Whatever floats your boat, whatever works

When I want horse with some force, I want a Clydesdale!

But after all this work, will no one pay us



(picking up the "chaos" rhyme, hence showing the last two words)

rhyming and chiming, spinning on a dime

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no whispered clue to lead, no line to rhyme
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Lets end on an even number of lines. Right now we have 16.

But your call, Aaron : )
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Straight version:

However, starting in the middle has
whatever the child has that has its own
my thoughts can twist themselves into a knot
of tangled skeins and other nasties grown
out of proportion into freakishness
has got me starting to freak out—a lot.
The electrical current sings accompanying jazz.
Oh, goodness—really? Now it's quite the mess.

Aim for the silence at the heart of chaos
of children chewing on their plastic forks.
a cartoon tattoo nude across his chest
Whatever floats your boat, whatever works
When I want horse with some force, I want a Clydesdale!
But after all this work, will no one pay us
rhyming and chiming, spinning on a dime
no whispered clue to lead, no line to rhyme.

Version slightly edited to make grammatical sense:

However, starting in the middle has
whatever the child has that has its own
thoughts that can twist themselves into a knot
of tangled skeins and other nasties grown
out of proportion into freakishness—
has got me starting to freak out—a lot.
The electrical current sings accompanying jazz.
Oh, goodness—really? Now it's quite the mess.

Aim for the silence at the heart of chaos,
of children chewing on their plastic forks.
A cartoon tattoo nude across his chest.
Whatever floats your boat, whatever works:
when I want horse with some force, I want a Clydesdale!
But after all this work, will no one pay us?
Rhyming and chiming, spinning on a dime—
no whispered clue to lead, no line to rhyme.

If you're happy with what you're reading, clop your hooves!

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I hesitate to clop for fear of being labeled a flop, but I actually understand this. Like I do psychedelia lyrics. I definitely can float along in the steam. Coherent in a drunken sort of way.

Maybe this works best as a prose poem:

[i]However, starting in the middle has whatever the child has that has its own. My thoughts can twist themselves into a knot of tangled skeins and other nasties grown out of proportion into freakishness — has got me starting to freak out — a lot. The electrical current sings accompanying jazz. Oh, goodness — really? Now it's quite the mess.
Aim for the silence at the heart of chaos of children chewing on their plastic forks, a cartoon tattoo nude across his chest. Whatever floats your boat, whatever works. When I want horse with some force, I want a Clydesdale!
But after all this work, will no one pay us? Rhyming and chiming, spinning on a dime — no whispered clue to lead, no line to rhyme?



On second thought... Nah...
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Hi guys and gals,
I'm closing this thread as you're done with it... I'll expect to see #4 soon! I'm glad you're having fun with your game :D

Jayne