Fantastic shores

In bed at night his mind had a ferocious imagination
reality and unreality haunted his turbulent brain
the years ticked, an infinite clock of destiny
searching moonlight for the promise of a future
his reveries of heart were coasting on a fairy’s wing
as the world and universe drifted by fantastic shores.
But the sea, work, and women — physical outlets —
were his anchor — something old, hard, and soft.

—Terri Guillemets

scrambled blackout poetry created from F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925, Scribner 2004 trade paperback, pages 98–99

Book party!

Let’s get drunk at the library
      and have a book party!
“What a good time!” she said
      in an excited whisper.

—Terri Guillemets

scrambled blackout poetry created from F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925, Scribner trade paperback, 2004, pages 43–45

End’s edge

Old age —
gazing into the night
with half-closed eyes —
Life had become
a shadow of Time

—Terri Guillemets

scrambled blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005, pages 92–93

Midlife midriff

Eating a lot of garbage and dessert-obsessive
for several months, I put on a few pounds,
      — and more.
Waddling is hell, and fat is a problem for the heart;
      — I’m hungry & in pain.
Waist weight is a cruel joke, and age is no help.

—Terri Guillemets

scrambled blackout poetry created from David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day, 2000, pages 136–139

O! Nature

Nature —
exquisite beauty and elegance
antique yet fresh

—Terri Guillemets

blackout poetry created from “Pericles,” Plutarch’s Lives, The Harvard Classics, 1937, page 49, from Dryden’s 1859 Clough translation