Sunday, April 7, 2013

He Mines For Material Gain

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 I challenge you to write a poem in which each line except the last takes the form of a single, declarative sentence. Then, the final line should take the form of a question. With any luck, this will result in poems that have a sort of driving, reportorial tone, but with a powerful rhetorical finish.

He Mines For Material Gain
He washes his truck w/ his coal-mining pants on.
His pride in the job is more sparkling than the truck.
He's got a bald head and sleek shades.
The sun of Illumination shines on me today.
Does he know he's being played?

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