free verse
isn’t free
it
costs
everything,
a collaged intuition
and sonnets are no cheaper.
gotta give ‘im props
phonetic dance that strips
–laying bare–
the front
nice vessels!
and façade
Vesuvius
and tasseled tender spots
‘til only pasty flesh remains
as obliquely dressed populace watches…
sounding the words out loud
making it rain
Chucking bucks
and killing
the wagging dog
that mirrors reflect
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