Improv of "Goodtime Jesus"

I thought it was very interesting, writing a poem from the perspective of Jesus. I wanted to continue the idea...

Hell, I love
everybody. But everybody doesn't love
me. My twelve brothers do. They are supposed
to meet me today. He checked his watch. Am
I late? Oh well. The donkey meandered into town
while people stood and cheered. Palm branches
waved, drying the beads of sweat dripping down 
the curve of his nose. That coffee wasn't good 
on an empty stomach-where can I get some bread?
He patted the donkey, Are you tired old boy? 
Me too.

Improv of "The Dancing"

I just took the first line from that poem...what else could happen if the world was a meadow?

The world at last a meadow,
filled with wild grass and poppies,
flipping back and forth in the breeze.
We waltzed till we pounded
pathways through the poppies
and flopped belly up in the center.
I have never seen the clouds so white,
or pillowy- we shouted out sightings
of unicorns, rabbits and Tigger jumping logs,
until the remaining red from the sun blended
with encroaching violets from the heavens
and my mother's calls echoed over the hill.

Improv of "Wishes for Sons"

I love the line "wish them one week early." I thought about how in the poem, the speaker wishes this on her son, but in a different context, it could be wished upon other females...

I suffer silently in the last stall
of the basement bathroom, padlocked 
in by the cheer-leading team.
Their perky wrinkle free
skirts, blindingly white,
even in the red of the month.
The rest of us wish them one week early,
but their arrogance in the universe
grants them a tampon from the sky,
and identical white skirts,
freshly pressed in the lost and found.

Improv of "Colorado Blvd."

The line "bravery of dripping steel" used an abstraction of bravery in such an uncanny way and I really wanted to use that...but I changed it to a different context.

Jaws of blood tipped teeth
crouch beyond the armored gates.
Armies gather with bravery
of dripping steel, praying for peace
or a nuclear bomb.
As the gates bend to the
strength of brazen beasts,
swords clash against
sheaths and nails-
victory only to those who
can kill faster.

Improv of "What is Worth Knowing"

I loved the line "Van Gogh's ear remains full of questions." It just creates so many thoughts about what kind of questions it could contain and what ever happened to the ear. Where would it be now?

That Van Gogh's ear remains full of questions-
unanswered, now that it lies mummified 
at the bottom of a Pawn Stars' counter,
next to identical padlocked boxes of
Elvis's tissues and Goldie Hawn's soiled
thongs.
Van Gogh scratches at his grave knowing
these questions are likened to 
broken ping pong paddles from a Forrest Gump set,
and a "one of a kind marriage certificate of Lisa Marie Pressley
and Nicholas Cage."
Questions, for now,
silently smack against the walls.

Improv of "Story about the Body"

I liked this story that this poem told. I wanted to continue and see where it could go...

He dropped the bowl, shattering and scattering the bees
about his feet and doorstep. Stepping over to get the broom, 
he began to sweep them off, like he swept her off, and
she the bees from her studio. One by one, a pile formed, 
mounding higher and higher- a hill of yellow and black.
He swished once more the straw, intending to flick them off the stoop-
instead, they turned on stingers and chased the door closed.

Improv on "Little Oscars"

I loved how the subject of this piece was the true person behind a fictional mascot. I thought to myself about another fictional mascot that would be interesting to see behind...

Kool-ade Man

wasn't really a man, but a glass pitcher
talking to kids.
"Oh yeah" met giggles
from parents and children alike,
despite the audacity of tights.
I wonder who was behind the transparent bowl,
voicing the money pit visible
in every 7-11 and Kroger for decades
scheming families into spending summers at the lake
sipping pouched comas, and if he too
drank his legacy.