Here are four poems I wrote, spur-of-the-moment, for my Creative Writing class under Don Pagusara.
A pen immobile
Its well, thought full, actually dry
You squeeze a stone
Lo and behold -- Blood! as promised
You look, only to find
It's from the gash on your hand.
In the Company of Strangers
You know them by their shoes:
Puma, Adidas, Rockport, Havaianas
You know them by their pants:
Levi's, Lee, Bunny, BNY
You know them by their shirts:
Penshoppe, Polo, Lacoste, and Bench,
But you do not know them by their faces:
Your eyes never rose that high.
What is that rat
Doing on my bed?
On this pleasant Sunday morning
the curse of Babel comes undone
We all speak the same language
Shekels, pesos, dollars, and yen
Up the temple steps with our doves
then follows the smelly oxen cart
Let's stack our coins into towers
--higher! higher! higher!--
to stab at our Lord's heart