Composed of circus-
cars composed of rust
A melancholy drive
         locked and loved
    praising and cursing with
  sun-blistered lips
and severed teeth, priest-
blessed by blue.
I search in neon,
signing off
          of loss
The bear growls
in copper rain


A Semi-Exquisite Corpse we composed in my literary magazine class.  I wrote the last line of this one and each person took turns writing lines from the end to the beginning.  We got some really cool results from everyone!   It really brings it all back home — that soon we'll all be graduated and it's unlikely we'll see each other again.  That's been my favorite class of all time, with some of the greatest people of all time.  So to anyone from that class... thanks for not forgetting to be awesome.

"...pollinating deep Narcissius's
spread wings..."