‍Longlisted for the 3rd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest.

Tarots warn me

“We’re close to quaking”

Robot treads, out there,

                              On the moon

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Amplify red!

Forsake orange!

Leave all ringed orbs-

                              Lost beneath

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A weeping bassoon,

A language ghostly,

Little stars play

                              Air guitar

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Ink it in Gothic.

Roust up a mutiny!

Re-strand a mandolin

                              And go off

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A minute sun

Eyes too naked

Used to more luxury

                              Than this

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A trap released

Heroes shudder

I cannot stand witness…

                              For it all

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End days at last!

A final tea,

No use straying…

                              Across the city

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Anathema nears

Trumpets sound

One can’t help staring…

                              At worriers

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“Still the wind!

Hold the sandman’s head!”

Harassing voice

                              Kind but petty

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Go risk sin.

God made man.

He doesn’t have much…

                              Faith in me

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Roost, we’ve done…

Up to the moon.

Drought born brain boom-

                              Hit stable

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Blooms like cotton

Full dead rest

There in it-

                              A floater

Erasure poetry begins with removing letters and words from an existing text in order to create a new stand-alone piece that provides new meaning to the original passage. For the 3nd Annual Geist Erasure Poetry Contest, we posted an excerpt from a prose poem, Cottonopolis, by Rachel Lebowitz.

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