NaPoWriMo Day 20 Prompt 21

from Chris, and its early too:

“Prompt 21 — Write a poem about a place you’ve never been. Mention famous landmarks and point of interest as if they evoke particular detailed memories. By the way the place doesn’t have to even exist in the physical world either. Have fun with it.”

…sounds kinda familiar…

and the prompt from NaPoWriMo:

“And now, the prompt. (As always, the prompt is optional). Today I challenge you to write a poem that uses at least five of the following words:

owl
generator
abscond
upwind
squander
clove
miraculous
dunderhead
cyclops
willowy
mercurial
seaweed
gutter
non-pareil
artillery
salt
curl
ego
rodomontade
elusive
twice
ghost
cheese
cowbird
truffle
svelte
quahog
bilious

Happy writing!”

I think I will combine the two:

Ayers Rock

miraculous curl of salt-laden ego
I exist
rust, wind, erosion of ancient sea
has not worn the ghost from this land
this plane of existence worn
by all eons and mercurial clime
rising no longer
stooped
but still alive
with faces
ghosts
and ceremony
sand and sky
this rock
this memory
this other now
I exist
it whispers

I exist

No famous landmarks within the poem, so I added the title, also I thought it was probably too abstract to get without the title. How about one more?

everyone knows where the Gargoyle of Silent Dreams is
but not many know that to the left of The Gargoyle
there is a trail that leads to a small teriyaki place
run by a Swedish couple
and above that there is this famous light bulb
the one that was used in that one movie
no one knows how it got there
or why it’s floating in mid air
but its there
and also behind the teriyaki place
there is a fossilized winnebago-rex
if you are in to that sort of thing

Now, can you guess whether this is a fictional place or a real place? Yes! That’s right! It’s on 37th street.

lest reality crumble
we should eat popcorn
with extra salt
and butter
so that the arteries
of our thoughts
may always shine
with unearthly brilliance
becoming a beacon
for imagination
and other aginations
from dust
of onion powder
to dust
of garlic powder
and all the powdered cheese
parmesan
and cheddar
we begin to see
with greater clarity
the folly of human understanding
and misunderstand
this as revelation
when it is more likely
a stroke
but the popcorn was good
and all things good
are things
and this thing too
that is slithering in the corner
with at least nine eyes
and octopus tentacles
snapping at whatever gets too close
yes
this thing too
is a thing
more thingly
than most things ever hope to become
or would want
except Thing
who
though short
had a strong grip
I intended to write a poem
but poems have endings
poetry does not end
this is seeming more like a poetry
than a poem
but that can be helped
though I do not want to help it right now
but alas
all ends
come eventually
often inconveniently
and I no longer remember
what it was
that I was trying to write about

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