Redacted Poetry Experiment On Brad Gooch's Queer Lust Poem "Words to be Broadcast over Eagle’s Nest Sound System –I"

I had fun again this week, but I should warn you that Gooch's original poem isn't necessarily G-Rated...

Here's the original poem if you haven't read it before. It's something of a prose poem meets stream of consciousness.

Anyway, I gave myself these rules for the experiment:
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1. Use only one word per line
2. Each subsequent poem can not use the words chosen from the poem prior (unless duplicated in the line)

The last line only has five words, so I wrote five poems, each with 27 words.

I tried to force a narrative with the titles and the poem formatting so it's not so aggressively stream of consciousness, and I might have made it a lot more negative than I had intended going into it.

​But anyway, here's what came out of that.

1. A Hopeful Encounter

Sharp drilling. Tender legs.
Phosphorescent corner in my head.
Your stomach. My glass.
The skin.
No care.
​Dirty voice, pumping my heavy extra service full.
Wet.
​Until?

2. Denial Denial Denial

(Under no eyes) back into fast, heavy sounds.
Knocked out.
Hands and heart on my eye, ready for that headlight
in the long days full to keep.

3. In Too Far

Golden broken touch brought much loose
and left
one body, in moving bright power into meeting what you said, slumping behind the beard
money black
two going

4. Stuck For Good

Sweet bod. Sweet songs.
Tight arms (hot take).
Another touch tying a piece to get at action (bitch action)
Moonlight street.
Shit man for him (and I).

5. Irreparable.

Boy of there
"The boy's legs!" "A dynamite guy!"
The spell you stuck... you've tied for action.
You wanted heart? You slit my day.
No.
​His say.