REVERSALS
Write a line, pass. The next person writes a reversal of your line, and then folds over your answer. The third person writes a reversal of the immediately preceding line, but cannot see any other lines. Repeat as long as desired.
Hi, hello, and how are you, oh dimply simply doo!
Goodbye forever or when do I, ho smooth undo!
Hello sweet second! Redo time’s hardest silence!
Goodbye bitter eternity. Stop the apocalypse’s easy song.
Hello, oh lively now — Begin universe’s difficult noise.
Goodbye oh deathly future — unendingly continued nowhere’s easy deafness.
Hello apocalypse-baby! A tiny fragment ceased the Everywhere’s difficult noise.
Goodbye, singularity-mother! The big everything begins the nowhere’s simple song.
Every time I go to the party I have a good time.
Never once have I enjoyed myself in good company.
Only forever will you suffer yourself to live alone.
I never feel good when I’m with the people.
I often think poorly when you’re with robots.
I never sense rightly after encountering flesh.
You always forget wrongs before escaping souls.
I never remember good deeds when I’m trapped.
Little garden filled with fire.
Big desert empty of air.
Tiny river full of liquid.
Expansive lake devoid of gaseous matter.
Retracted dirt, pregnant with solid soot.
Caught wind, barren in liquid ink.
A freed stillness, fertile with gaseous eraser.
An enslaved frenzy, barren with formless pencil’s edge.
REVERSAL POEM ASSEMBLAGE
We wrote five exquisite corpse poems collectively, and then wrote reversals of each line. Afterwards, SC assembled one super-poem collecting a few lines from all the various reversals.
Red, red, red, the shameless hue of morning.
Is the sun’s blinding glow still not enough?
And who has severed my elongated mole?
To become void is to collapse electricity’s murmur.
Nothing but an disenchanted narcissus.
Unnerve your own vein!
Long ago, that undertaker took my vegetables.
Semiotic, highjacking flow meticulously from other shores.
You will both run far apart and in opposite directions.
For a house of liquid prairie stills all herbs.
And arriving here was a one-toed dolphin sponge-tent,
gallivanting my gravitational centers.
Fascinating lectures of tarantula?
Solitude…is always the same.
- JF, SC, HC, AM, T
