Strip Mine

 
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