Since we talked about death yesterday, time to get back to ze sex, unt more sex, ja?
Make a list of subjects you've covered in your poetry on a recurring basis. Broad subjects are fine. Sex, death, sex, disconnection from the self, family history, cultural identity in a technological age, or even... sex.
Pick an item out of those lists and sketch out an idea in your head about a short, simple narrative story about that subject. The time you had sex in your Nissan Sentra on a hill until the brakes gave out, the night(s) you sat at your computer and swore no matter how much you typed nobody ever read a word you said, the first (or last) time you looked in a mirror and said "yeah, nice. Good job."
Really let the ideas churn around in your brain and stretch this exercise as far as you can. Examples of the unexpected/strange include T.S. Eliot's famous opening lines from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock "LET us go then, you and I,/When the evening is spread out against the sky/Like a patient etherised upon a table;", or this poem by Jeffrey McDaniel.