I've received three more Spam Poems since the last post:
"O6O" by Spam Poet Isiah Pritchett (IsiahPritchett@mail.ru):
"You dog, you," he said and smiled. "Well, let's go for it. First thing
exactly in harmony with his instructor's.
my steering wheel." I suddenly realized that I was running off at the mouth.
he said, "learned so much at one time that you didn't have to go through a
The other two are further odes to professional Russian Poker player Kirill Gerasimov:
"9UI" by Spam Poet Anna Knapp (AnnaKnapp@mail.ru):
"What's the matter?" asked Kirill. "Why are we just standing here?"
narrative calls for them, the super-potent protagonist never kills any-
would be in the way as far as he was concerned. We would run down, just the
in to his body, left only the narrow swept daggers of his wingtips
"8FV" by Spam Poet Emanuel Bourgeois (EmanuelBourgeois@0451.com):
'Schuhart's jar.' Like the sound of it?"
He spoke of very simple things - that it is right for a guil to fly,
My Kirill was cured. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.
"Touched him with a wingtip! Brought him to life! The Son of the
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Huh, now I've started getting them. Even though my head knows they're just random passages pulled from text, my heart wishes they were from some poet crying out for attention, because this one is kind of beautiful:
But I was used to working alone. I saw what I had to see, and
He was flying as fast as he could fly, and he ever so faintly
Told me something about the shadows, that they were weird but harmless.
That this was what they were doing.