Poet X : a treatise re: verse(d)

essay 350

he lapsed into a comma

I don’t feel all that compositional
shocking the listener into awareness,
he grew up hearing one performance
toggle over,  seeming sketchy
an amplified switch
in all the ensemble items
restricted in their materials  (a multi-tracking process

the ruined village’s first anthem
was a perfect soundbite
off more than you can choose
lists of qualifiers that might tweak
the different dialectic languages

he felt fit & refreshed
at the edge of the audible meadow
near my trees

if one fell in the fore-rest
& he heard it
will you speak

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