On Aborted Formal Verse
Should I study poetry, its forms and sounds,
as its subject varies beyond all bounds.
Or could I write it any way I please,
while mindful of a cat’s tail full of fleas.
And as I scratch out these notes,
unlike alligators in the moat
to snap at you, which I ain’t aiming to do,
but to lift you up above the blue.
Prosody, rhapsody, may they judiciously combine,
as the rake I follow the mowing from behind…
— koon woon
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