Sestina: Corn

Sestina: Corn

A Poem by Lucas Grasha

Sestina: Corn


I see nothing but corn.

I know nothing but corn.

I eat nothing but corn.

I speak nothing but corn.

I hear nothing but corn.

I do nothing but harvest corn.


I do nothing but have sex in fields of corn.

I sleep on a bed of corn.

I walk in nothing but fields of corn.

I dream of nothing but corn.

I think of nothing but corn.

I vomit nothing but corn.


I lactate nothing but corn.

I defecate nothing but corn.

I urinate nothing but corn.

I philosophize nothing but corn.

I run on roads of corn.

I lift weights made of corn.


I drive a tractor made of corn.

I write books about the history of corn.

I make musicals about corn.

I compose symphonies about corn.

I built my house out of corn.

I am married to a woman made out of corn.


I have farmhands made of corn.

I remember nothing from my childhood but corn.

I have a family composed of corn.

I make cowboy hats made of corn.

I slaughter beeves with corn.

I study nothing but corn.


I wash my car with corn.

I slay dragons with corn.

I deliver lectures at universities about corn.

I observe the behavior of corn.

I calculate equations of corn.

I categorize corn.


I pilot planes made of corn.

I sometimes pretend I am corn.

I have air made of corn.

I have pigeons made of corn.

I built a boat made of corn.

I do nothing but stare at corn.


I have corn made of corn.

I am corn.

I am nothing but corn.

© 2011 Lucas Grasha

Author's Note

Lucas Grasha
This was meant as something absurd; I hope I've accomplished such.

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I love eating corn!

Posted 8 Years Ago

This might seem corny but I like it lol... oh and on the cob lol..x

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Tags: insanity, corn, farming, more corn, cowboys, western


Lucas Grasha
Lucas Grasha

Pittsburgh, PA

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