October 09, 2021

Exquisite Corpse, 4/27/1988


Okay!   I found this while sorting through some documents.  I rather like it.  I've put the initials of the authors at the start of each line.  Please note that DB, not a writer, wrote the only line that sucked big time.  Fortunately and THANK YOU, Tom Erdmann Jr. for pulling it back into a decent poem.

 

[te]  We are the list of names who

[ck] don’t remember who we are but are sure we know who everyone else is.

[ag] We like the limitation of title.

[ts]  We have an ear stuck in a rut of conciseness.  (sic)

 

[db] True love never lasts but friendship does; thereby we may fall in love again through that friendship,

[te] unless we forget the names of our lovers

[ck] the names that echo in caverns of dreams

[jm] and pass us by on sidewalks in the city

[ag] names and names and names, the binds they birth;

[jm] identities bound and neatly labeled

[te] are stealing reincarnated identities

[ck] My life is your breath.

[?ck?]  Hold me.

 

[ag] We are a stretch of flesh

[te] that Is an end to the list of names.

 

 

by: Tom Erdmann Jr.; Charlie Kopp, Alley Greymond, Tim Snyder, Janice Moe, and Dave Bachman. 

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