Friday, March 12, 2010

#25

Russell Edson's Ape

You haven't finished your ape, said mother to father,
who had monkey hair and blood on his whiskers.

I've had enough monkey, cried father.

You didn't eat the hands, and I went to all the
trouble to make onion rings for its fingers, said mother.

I'll just nibble on its forehead, and then I've had enough,
said father.

I stuffed its nose with garlic, just like you like it, said
mother.

Why don't you have the butcher cut these apes up? You lay
the whole thing on the table every night; the same fractured
skull, the same singed fur; like someone who died horribly. These
aren't dinners, these are post-mortem dissections.

Try a piece of its gum, I've stuffed its mouth with bread,
said mother.

Ugh, it looks like a mouth full of vomit. How can I bite into
its cheek with bread spilling out of its mouth? cried father.

Break one of the ears off, they're so crispy, said mother.

I wish to hell you'd put underpants on these apes; even a
jockstrap, screamed father.

Father, how dare you insinuate that I see the ape as anything
more than simple meat, screamed mother.

Well what's with this ribbon tied in a bow on its privates?
screamed father.

Are you saying that I am in love with this vicious creature?
That I would submit my female opening to this brute? That after
we had love on the kitchen floor I would put him in the oven, after
breaking his head with a frying pan; and then serve him to my husband,
that my husband might eat the evidence of my infidelity . . . ?

I'm just saying that I'm damn sick of ape every night,
cried father.

This is one of the few prose poems that I actually like. I hope my prose poem turns out
this interesting. Enjoy!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

#24

So, I've tried to begin working on my prose poem for next week and I seem to be stuck. I'm so used to writing poetry in poetry form that I don't know what to do. The minute amount of work I have accomplished so far, just seems like a regular poem to me. I'm going to be honest I do not like the form. I think poetry should be poetry. "The best words in their best order" The the language of poetry should also be condensed. I do not do very well writing stories anyway, so I am terrified of next week. If anybody has any suggestion on how to make this any easier... POST IT. Ha-ha.