A Poem

For my English 223 class, we're currently working on poetry, with fiction to come after spring break. I was skeptical about poetry at first, but I'll admit that I'm getting more tolerant to it the more I work with it, mostly because poetry allows for a more creative release. The problem I really have with it though, is that while poetry may have much meaning, there is rarely enough substance. In any case, we've gone through many different forms of poetry, and many different structures. We worked on a particularly fun exercise (fun+school? I guess it happened just this once) on Tuesday where we wrote one random line, then passed the paper onto the next person, and the paper cycled through each person in the class until it landed back at you, where you would write the final line. I forget specifically what type of poem this is called, but I guess it's "group poetry", where groups of ideas come together. There were some pretty funny ones, considering how random they got, and mine was pretty weird too:

"Mind in the Tumble Dry"

It spiraled through the air like a deflated football;
wobbling - flipping - flopping - and then fell
at the foot of a child
with ice cream drooling down his chin.
The paper form of aviation was defeated,
the engine blackened,
the nose cone smashed.
I then realized I'd smoked a lot of hash.
Shoot.
I think it was hash.
Or maybe I was wrecked from the coke.
Am I awake or still dreaming? Someone pinch me.