Cut-up of the Exquisite Corpse 2 poem, lightly edited: punctuation, cut some the's, changed some tenses, combined some prepositions when the were next to each other, or when another one would make some sense--I let the original stand unless I couldn't even get a surreal meaning. Changed the "a" in "clatter" to a "u" because of the phrase the cut up generated. Cut about 2 phrases the cut up generated that I couldn't make fit naturally. I left it in the order it gave me.
Cut Up
The grave for Possibly: corpses, possibly
that jeune Jeanne Lucasia.
Look the other mute with all didn’t find me,
mucking about in his own autoclave.
The laureate reformats the shards.
Sirens suddenly go looking for my mind—
the indifferent way the sidewalk in Patmos
passed away in peace…
You didn't understand above the root.
I crawled into the microwave.
Clutters and white divans with lay
upon a round in sunlight,
it shatters beside the carry-on.
So heaves and cracks of lab glass somehow try to.
You do Chardonnay, Overnight Caller,
except perhaps for dark? The hooting dark.
To each of the cosmic hallmarks strewn across
the here-we-are. He smokes. And her eye? What?
I have to say I quite like some of this.
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