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 ~ in the neck is low tech, through the heart is high art ~ |
| Sometimes I beat words I batter & pummel them stretch them on a rack & drip water on their foreheads feel the need to move them, swap them, kick their heads in Sometimes the words flood with force from a mystery source I the mere scribe scribbling fast capturing poetry, pinning it down the work in my hands, not my head. Compulsive yes, no high purpose. I may or may not like it but I’m stuck torturing or capturing an image regardless of quality or clarity Don’t like it, o critic? That’s fine! Stick it up your ars poetica.  |
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