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.
HOW IT ENDS (Morning 11/5/12)
A coroner crawls around on the corner
Picking flower stems from broken glass and catching
A cold. She scatters them in the parking lot across
From the sandwich shop, and the manager gives her
A smile. He gathers their exquisite corpses up
For the oven, wrapping them in dough and dirt to make
A loaf. She walks inside, coughs, and waits for the scrap
To cool, ordering a vegetarian and watching
A maggot pick at its fresh chow.
P.S. Here’s another link to my poetry collection.