Blackout Poem 02.03.14
An irritating squirrel says
To an umbrella made of stone:
“You are a conflation of an Absurdist dialectic.
You are an impossible form.”
The umbrella sprouts a stratocumulus cloud on its ferrule and floats away.
The squirrel, inspired, writes a sonnet, follows that with an ode, then a sestina.
“Write from your heart and don’t be afraid to write shitty pages. You can’t change something from nothing. Get it down on paper first, no matter what it looks like.”