A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Harvest Moon Rising Exquisite Corpse

by Becca, Brian, Patrick, Caolan, Lauren, & Fred

It was always like therapy, wasn't it?
The wine and the breeze and the do's and don't's.
Papa K, Papa K! Burning bright,
in the forests of the night. . . .
But I've been ignoring the
alcohol non-proliferation treaty
crunch goes the smokey dog as he sleeps
on an invisible bone god love him I wonder
This is not poetry. But here's
what I found out today: John wrote
the letter, Franco made Yale and Becca's
name is Sue.
This line exists so that I may rhyme "music"
with our fave Director of Grad Studies, John Kucich


  1. Soooo, it wasn't until I typed this up (just as it had been written, except I took out the line spaces), that I realized that we wrote a freaking sonnet. We are fully indoctrinated!

  2. This should be a series-- Corpse Sonnets @ Harvest Moon.