Nothing poetic about this:
doesn’t matter what I’ve said,
written, blurted, spat, or spewed before:
no reason to parse this, scan this,
I’ll admit it’s no poem worthy of the name:
no rapper, slammer, academic voice
worth its breath here:
don’t care.
What I say now is just said
for its naked meaning:
live. Live. The art will come
from that, but later. For now,
just live.
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Dark Matter 
September 3rd, 2009 at 5:24 am
Function over form. My kind of poem.
September 3rd, 2009 at 7:25 am
I think of it as voice over craft. Same thing. Sometimes, that’s important.