As I mentioned in an earlier entry, I emcee a monthly open mic (open mike?) night at a coffee house where, every four months or so, we feature an "Island Style Slam". In the ISS, you put in three bucks, you get three words, and you have twenty to twenty-five minutes to write poetry or prose that use those three words. Each participant draws their three words randomly from three or four sets of words that are drawn from a fish bowl.

I've had a tradition for the past several years of writing an uber poem that uses *all* of the words from all of the sets available. This past Sunday, there were three sets of three words, for a total of nine. They were: glisten, peak, fallow, illicit, amber, downpour, scent, cell, visible

Here's what I came up with:

Like many men, I've mourned my increasingly fallow crop of hair

As amber waves of follicle cells
retreat into widow's peaks

Leaving so much more... forehead visible
to glisten after a downpour

Still, I have yet to resort to Propecia
or other drugs, licit or illicit

And I love the scent of shampoo in the morning
. . . it smells of victory!