This is another whacky poem. I forget exactly the extent of what the prompt was for this one, but I do recall that it involved using a jumbled mess of different categories like song titles, adjectives, movie titles and the like. And again, with the thought of pulling it all together for something coherent.
Axe to the wood, the tree sways and then the
car goes by with my uncle waving, waving.
come as you are, all apologies, come as you are
waving, hand sways in the air, head turning into
a blender, mixing fruits, liquids, into a mess, a mucus mess on
down the street, down dust commander road, wheels turning, turning
good will hunting goodfellas, there he goes, the good, the bad, and the
wheels turning into the town of wood, wheels turning, his hand waving
a wrinkle of a hand, tongue waving, waving with a wrinkle and the
tree falls down, falls down, sprawling on the ground, all apologies.