The Fibonacci poetic form plays with syllables, following the mathematical “Fibonacci Sequence.” 1,1,2,3,5,8, etc. I enjoy playing with this form, sometimes letting the lines increase and then shrink back down again. Which is no excuse for what follows…
Dedicated to anyone who has ever read to an empty room and wondered “is it me?”
The Eleventh Plague
leaving Mount Sinai
with a sheaf of papers, shouting
My people! God has given me this brand new chapbook!
Everyone shuddered: Not again!
His poetry stank
but no one