And here is my response to the "remix" prompt from Write Better Poetry. I've done this one before - taken the first or last lines of some of my poems written this month to cobble together a whole new poem. This time I used the closing lines from my poems for Days 1, 2, 3 (two of them), 4, 6, 7 (two of them here too), 9, 10, 11, 14, 16, 20, 22, 23, 26, and 27.
State of the Union
Our winged symphony
of our ideologies,
presented as one long medley,
goes on forever,
sometimes long into the night.
Behind the thin doors of order,
rubble on the floor,
and allies who say, “Go pound sand!”
and flip the tables on your hypocrite ass.
Throw open the windows! Open them
all!
Build a fire. Keep yourself warm
before it becomes the wildfire it aspires to be.
Greet them with steady hands
before we fall.
I’m just trying to write down
here.
painting my sign.
but my marching days may not be quite over.
This fight for our future’s intense.
of our ideologies,
presented as one long medley,
goes on forever,
sometimes long into the night.
rubble on the floor,
and allies who say, “Go pound sand!”
and flip the tables on your hypocrite ass.
Build a fire. Keep yourself warm
before it becomes the wildfire it aspires to be.
Greet them with steady hands
before we fall.
painting my sign.
but my marching days may not be quite over.
This fight for our future’s intense.
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