This is a black out poem written by Anonymous from one of our poetry workshops last week.

“DEATH”

THE CRIME,

IN FULL BLOOM,

HERE,

ON A SLOPE DESCENDING,

LUCIEN CARR

BURIED A KNIFE

IN THE HEART

OF HIS BESOTTED STALKER.

CHARACTERIZED AS MUSE,

BUT MORE THAN THAT.

CAPTIVATED BY CARR’S PROFANE RANTS

ABOUT THE PATH TO TRANSCENDENCE

THROUGH PURE CREATIVE EXPRESSION

HIS “NEW VISION”.

 

Tags: death, poetry, teen, workshop

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