For today's prompt, I want you to write a poem about an object (or objects). Though you don't have to confine yourself to straight up description, I do want you to focus on object and/or make it a central piece of your poem. One of the more famous poems of contemporary literature does this wonderfully in William Carlos Williams' "The Red Wheelbarrow."
Here's my attempt for the day:
"Brainiac's 'Bonsai Superstar' CD"
"Whatcha gonna do 'bout me," asked
from the start. Let's be honest: I
wasn't so sure the first time I listened.
After all, it was kind of weird, this
little sliver of plastic that symbolized
Dayton, Ohio. Every local show was
an event: Part dance party, part
fashion expo. Broken drums sticks,
nonstop action, and always (always)
over before too early. "Well, look
at me now; I'm a wreck." I was
in college when I heard the news:
Timmy Taylor, the lead singer, died
in an accident. He was the one
who consigned copies of my fanzine/
lit journal--even propped a copy
up on stage. So on the cusp of
"making it" that MTV broke the news.
And that was it: The Breeders broke
up; Guided By Voices faded back
into the alleys and garages. Even
this morning, that disc asks, "Who
do you think you are? Some kind
of bonsai superstar?" And it sounds
cheesy, but for a while there, that's
exactly the way we all felt.