. . . uh, what do you think?
Here is one:
after crashin the sportscarinto the chandelier i ran out t the phone booth made a call t my wife. she wasnt home. i panicked. i called up my best friend but the line was busy then i went t a party but couldnt find a chair somebody wiped their feet on me so i decided t leave i felt awful. my mouth was puckered. arms were stickin thru my neck my stomach was stuffed an bloated dogs licked my face people stared at me an said “what’s wrong with you?” passin two successful friends of mine i stopped t talk. they knew i was feelin bad an gave me some pills i went home an began writin a suicide note it was then that i saw that crowd comin down the street i really have nothing against marlon brando
Here is the other:
death silenced her poolthe day she died hovered over her little toy dogs but left no trace of itself at her funeral
Here is an explanation. Apparently these are real old poems that will be published in a new book in November. I am not exactly impressed by the poetry, but what do I know.