New Year’s 2011
It’s time to stick twelve knives in the old guy,
drain blood from bad lusts, burn husks of habit,
drape hopeful names over the new-crowned self:
Me the Active, the Temperate, the Brave–
honors I will drop, deed by same old deed.
About the form
The form of this poem is one I invented, and call the lipquin — for lipogrammatic quintain. The rules:
- Five lines
- Each line has the same number of syllables
- Line 1 cannot contain the letter “a”
- Line 2 cannot contain the letter “e”
- Line 3 cannot contain the letter “i”
- Line 4 cannot contain the letter “o”
- Line 5 cannot contain the letter “u”