For my senior honors thesis at Penn, I wrote two poems a day for six months. It was called Selections from 11:37. Basically, every morning and every evening, at exactly 11:37, I stopped whatever I was doing and gave myself fifteen minutes to write a poem. (You can purchase my collection here or click preview to read more about the project.) Only about 70 poems made it into my final thesis, so I have literally hundreds of poems that have never seen the light of day. Here’s one of them.
MAKING IT (Morning 11/13/12)
A motivational speaker told me to go West
So I did, and when I got off the train in Los Angeles
There was an empty parking lot
With a few dreamers milling about, shaking
Hands with each other and waiting for their
Personal miracle. I picked a handful
Of gravel from the street and swallowed
It whole, and as my dustchoked throat
Retched into a gutter on El Street
I learned you can’t rush things. Sidling down
The Boulevard, I ended up in a hookah bar
With the most beautiful people I’d ever seen,
All of them inhaling pineapple and covering their
Six-foot legs in white miniskirts and
Soot. I finally got into the bathroom and found
A chimney flue above the sink. I climbed
On the counter and screamed into the open shaft
Is there anybody up there please can you help me?
Which stirred up ash and a pommel
Horse handle. I left the bar and found a bottle
Of wine, walked to the ocean and slept on the beach.
In the morning I woke up to the waves
Soaking my jeans.
P.S. Here’s another link to my poetry collection.