The Future Is Coming
a cut-up poem
Why do people ruin everything?
wildfires — no water
rusted, barbed wire coiled like snakes
sharp stones underfoot
but we cleared up the broken glass
falling over, getting splashed
this place is hungry
the current trickles under the fallen log
let’s trespass, let’s explore
what’s that noise?
The future — it’s coming
run
Thank you for reading. I really love cut-up poetry at the moment. This one was made by writing four sections and taking lines from each to make a poem. The sections were 1. Things that make people laugh 2. Things people are scared of 3. Describe a place you know well, using all the senses 4. Imagine you’re in this place and write any random thoughts you have. Below is a link to another cut-up poem, but this one involved writing a different list for each of the senses at the time of writing.
