

Disfiguring PoetryI am artless poetry Slippery words slinking from line to line foregoing efforts to rhyme. (it's mostly awkward when I do) Strangely structured like sickly spines Hunched Twisted Frail cockeyed verbs summit left and right peaks of lips, shapes of shoulders Misshapen and wrapped in rough syntax fecklessly freckled by adjectives Full, rotund nouns coast each dip and rise.Disfiguring Poetry
Today I'm sinuous coastline  


FrostTo an empty room where echoes sleep I sing some lines of Frost And hear not my voice come ringing back But catch his cadence falling pastFrost
I too will swing on birches That grow in carpeted corners And take the horses snowy path That runs through my bedroom wall
We’ll walk together, Frost and I Talk of books and matters small; Of how the nymph to her Shepard replies Or of Byron’s lovers eyes
Walk slowly through the snowy hills Past tilted birches, bare as bones To rooms where voices are not heard But cadence is caught falling past.
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