And now for today’s prompt (optional, as always). After yesterday’s form-based prompt, today’s will hopefully be somewhat easier to get into. This prompt is from Daisy Fried, and the basic idea is to write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. Your lies could be silly, complicated, tricky, or obvious.I started with that idea, and wandered around it as the poem went on. I'm not completely satisfied with today's piece, and plan to return to it later on. For now though, enjoy.
My fingertips are but whorls of hot glue and pinpricks.
My heartbeat sounds like "Soramimi Cake",
and my doctor is still conferring with his clipboard
about whether or not this needs fixing.
My tongue spent two years in Japan,
but forgot to bring back its luggage.
My beard is an actual Lifesaver.
I can't remember the last time I didn't dream of butter rum.
My scalp once erupted with rainbows.
Skittles weren't involved, but there may have been ponies.
My eyes often gloss into carets when I laugh,
and the line of my world is gorgeous.