Horrendous Found Poetry

Found nailed to the bathroom door in one of my favorite bars in the whole wide world: possibly the worst poem ever written.

136.

Vast instep

of manifest destiny

as a vamp is played

moves forward

across the country

increasing readership

of an existential light.

Inveigled

vellum thrills

like a grasp of grapes,

constricted

by the totemic.

Come by tonight

before the harbinger

gets to us in an emprise,

then and there there is

no turning back

from the armistice.

—–

The writer signed it but I’ll spare her the embarrassment here…

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