Tears & the litany of words
It all comes down to
All that is solid
Poems that are not poems
Poems that smuggle line breaks into tombs
& die in the arms of prose
Poems that follow horizon to vertical bluff
Hydraulic lift
To immoderate flow
Yes, meet me at listserv
Turn right at heroic MoMA
Chase the emergent props
Subject to the very object
that tracks how hegemonies
fall through our hands
Carpetbaggers of modernity
The posse which R US
Out of which we arrive Drooling
Too many flavors or only one
Pint of Boho Raspberry
or Neopolitan Dream
I love this litmus test
Compiling monotone from tricolore
Going deadpan at publicschool
Lost on the upworthy slope
Subject to props
to my two body problem
Erased by a hat
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