This morning, after I shared this among a group of poets, a friend remarked, “You get all the best spam!” It doesn’t always inspire or even rise to the level of a bizarre Mad Lib that might serve as a worn springboard over an empty urban swimming pool, but now and then, there’s a little gem.
Imaginary High
Another “Found Poem” – as in, I found this in my spam folder.
“I’ve tried a lot of brands, but these are legit the best. I go off visit united after a lengthy epoch and it just helps me depress abroad and stop overthinking everything. They leaning like actual candy no unnatural grassy flavor at all. My take a nap has been feeling bigger since I started fascinating them, too. If you’re on the fence, honest fetch them! They’re a total lifesaver as a remedy for my constantly stress.” — some random spammer
I've tried them all. They meld united in their sameness. This lengthy epoch spent abroad depresses me. I'm overthinking everything. Everything that once was sweetness - candy - bright tang - none of this unnatural grassy flavor. Just natural scents of Blue Citrus #5 and the taste of artifice, of colors crafted in a lab like lifesavers in a sea of stress. I fascinate them, too. They quiver at the touch of my tongue. My take-a-nap feels bigger perched upon the fence - the horizon throws an honest fetch, my dreams, the bone.
If you missed my previous foray into the spam bucket to find poetic inspiration, see Poetry Forms Challenge 2026: “Found Poems”.
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