Hi Jayne,
I think the value of a game like this isn't the poem it produces as a poem, though I do think this has love good moments in it (by definition accidentally created), but instead the surprising connections it makes help stir your own creativity.
There are whole poems that can come out of:
reformat
the shards of lab glass strewn across the doormat
or
desolate, the laureate lay
upon a white divan with Chardonnay
or, with some changed puncutation
To each his own -- except perhaps for John.
He who, in Patmos, passed away in peace?
He smokes and somehow tries to carry on.
So here we are, mucking about in grease.
If you think the game is to create a wonderful poem, you are of course going to be disappointed in the product. If you think about the game as an image or idea generator...well, I think you might find something redeeming.
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