Randomly I found an unopened bottle of magnetic poetry before I moved to Atlanta and now that I have my very own refrigerator, I can use the magnets as they were designed to be used. And I did. And here's some of the stuff I came up with on the very first installment of MAGNETIC POETRY MADNESS, or MPM #1. It's important to note that I TRY to come up with something that 1) makes sense 2) is meaningful and 3) actually good. It doesn't always work out that way. Also, I am adding punctuation in (there's no magnetic punctuation). Some are titled, others are not. I give myself a solid 4.5 out of 10 for my first attempt.
OBSESSIONS
I am compelled to confess
my work is infinitely wrong
and better for it.
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Sleep boy, she said,
I will love you always.
It is cold, and she is strange.
I understand her.
Soon, I am dreaming
of noise.
The night is cold and silent.
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People don't think I am funny.
It is strange.
My genius is known only
to the devil.
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I explored a puppet.
There were
skeleton bones in the investigation.
Using a new soul
I created life
from a dead body.
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