Instant Muse poetry generator

You're supposed to just take the first line and run with it.

In the graveyard of perfection the dancers
stumble and fall against expectations, where
elegance, style, grace tumble with fire-touched,
unexpected leaves--

really, so beautiful

Merde! Terrible. I'm sorry I put you through that.

It's just that I had said offhandedly that I didn't read enough poetry. I don't. when it comes to poetry I'm pretty much Miss Woefully Ignorant. I'm a complete whackjob for edward estlin, because his work can be such an eyekick - I could never come up with a line like

thy unimaginable
wings,where dwells the breath
of all persisting stars

like DAMN. too good. so good, really.

so i need to read more po-tree. maybe some of that artful picking out words will carry on, and help me get my prose out of its workmanlike doldrums.