The Topic of this year's National Poetry Consortium was The complexity of Identity
Vegetarian
Broccoli Brain
Spinach soul
Picasso-shaped
melon hole.
I am a steak cut into little pieces,
medium rare, if you please
Broken parts
Oh the pain,
broken parts strewn aside--happy baby proud.
ashamed throbbing loud--
Oh the pain,
complexity's a drain.
I am a silent airplane.
Picasso Woman Walking
Oh Pablo, I am your lover
My arm through your nose
My legs around your toes
I am as fragmented as your figures.
Square. Circle. Square.
Oh Pablo, you know me well.
If only you weren't in hell.
(Nb. The consortium poems do not in any way reflect the opinion of the management. Sometimes hell rhymes with well.)
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