Improv of "A Martian Sends A Postcard Home"

What drew me to this poem was the fact that the whole poem was defamiliarized. I wanted to take a stab at it myself and this is what resulted...

The eyes and mouth on walls
are not for fingers.
If you insert, jolts shake the body,
as though lightning sliced you in half.

The blue-yellow of the orange colored
cone invites touch, but take 
caution for licking pain and smells of deceit
waft with the beautiful purple-pink of sweet peas.

In schools, adults unite on green boards with 
cylanders of dust and no sound occurs,
but when some minerature adult
writes with fingers, high pitched pierces of pain
sprint through the brain.

Junkyard Quotes 19 and 20

"Smells like someone was wearing a dirty diaper and dragged their butt along the carpet."
-Someone in the University Police

"We are doing pyramids in cheer-leading which means that I will have shoe-hickeys."
-Facebook post

Improv of "What Women Want"

I liked the first line of this poem- "I want a red dress."
I wondered though...what made this speaker want a red dress in the first place?

Daddy pushed Mom around
from room to room.
Made her feel lower
than mold on Wonder Bread.
She taught me one thing,
before unloading a Smith 
and Wesson to the base of 
his skull, and changing fox pelts
for orange stripes, a woman's
strength overpowers
any man's muscles.
Her eyes, never 
tearing, stared
and her red acrylics,
dug as police tucked her
into the white squad car.
Her strength, sewn into
the red fabric, now waving goodbye.
My ten year old mind vowing-
I want a red dress too.

Junkyard Quotes 16,17 and 18

"There's gonna be one less hamster in this apartment if Dexter doesn't chill out!"
-Facebook post

"Now he's poorly from too much electric"
-Michael and Webb: A Medical Drama

"Do you still have all your sugar? Keep all your sugar. Don't give away all your sugar!"
-Dad talking to young daughter...a kid friendly sex talk from T.I

Junkyard Quotes 13,14 and 15

"Eating a sauce dripping down your elbows McRib"
-Preacher at Pulse Ministries

"Election night was like the Civil War"
-Twitter post

"Your teeth been arguing since '94"
-Twitter post

Junkyard Quotes 10,11 and 12

"Go tap dance on broken glass and hot coals."
-Twitter post

"Don't speed date your data"
-My statistics professor

"I want to shoot myself in the foot and stick it in an ant-bed"
-Shauna

Improv of "Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing"

So I thought to myself after reading the poem, what would she feel like after dancing each day?

Nothing is more opaque
than absolute transparency.
Look- the smiling comes to an end
and all the men retreat
home to their bundled, glove selling women,
with tight upper lips and paychecks.
But they sneak back tomorrow-
green bills in hand, to exchange
for visions, suspicions
and counter-top dances.