Gumball Poetry

Gum-ball Poetry is something I read about a few years back, a company that sells poetry in little capsules in vending machines. For 25 cents or 50 cents, a person is able to purchase a poem. This sounds like a pretty good idea, as long as the verses are short and clean. I would imagine that this sort of poetry works best for couplets, triplets, quatrains, or quintains, at the very longest.

Dear Cymbal:

Much essence is this upon paper drums.
Fun to scribble rhythm with drumsticks -
I drastically attempt notes with the impossible beat
Conflicting - much emotion - I wrote things.
I read spastic rantings into chords and harmonies.
I wait somewhat for the next chorus.

As you can see, this poem is still too long for an official "gum-ball poem". It's always nice to leave the final editing of such lame works to vastly superior bodies of humanity like yourselves. I've been told that if you put enough heads together, someone will write a perfect poem - and nobody will notice for hundreds of years.

Here is the next poem

Somewhat sarcastically spastic am I.
This attempt to vent all my conflicting, interesting emotions upon your intangible essence reads somewhat lamely on paper.
(Yes, it would look much better on ethereal vapor.)

Well, HELLO! I wrote you and you must be disappointed.
Well, that is how it is with things like chocolate, sex, and scribbled notes.
They are much more fun to wait for then to have when they are cheap.

Source: Charisma Shadow poetry, Angie Grey, website