By Thomas Page
I am student teaching a senior level class in Washington, DC. They have to write some poems on these prompts. I decided to try all 30 of them. However, I will not say what the prompt was but what it number was.
Lo and behold, the armadillo vexes
The cars passing by until the buffalo verges
Into focus to block the faded pueblo vents
Of the desert landscape as fresh as a spent Portobello venting
Fumes into the sandy air like faded cigarillo veneering
The purported “no-smoking” section a la the diablo vending
Wares from the kitchen behind the pies limoncello versing
The public in pseudo-Italian saying piccolo veritas
That suits the opera on the radio, Ravel’s bordello venture
In some English class in Rhode Island or Virginia with some Punchinello vestige
As their mascot, maybe even a buffalo or armadillo vexillary.