Poetry is
Phrases
Cut
Up,
Slain,
Violated and dismembered and left for dead, devoid of any meaning
In
Your
Mouth.
Your
Mono-
Tonous
Voice
And
Yellow
Shirt
Do
Not help at all, not one bit, not ONE single bit, no bite is added. I mean
To
Take
A deep
Breath
And
Run,
Pounce,
Wrench from your chest, from your lips, what is precious, momentous,
And
Show
You
What
Poetry is

To me.

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