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And I’ve know it for years. But it’s a fun form factor to write. And I’m not whining, I got a few tools. But I’m not a fool. The public see poets as witch doctors, not a good thing to be when the world’s turning pre-enlightenment tribal.

CAPO

I fret when I feel
the verse too rehearsed
the line too on time
the abstract too exact—
or an interior rhyme too
refined, sublime, or—
one trick tony

I pony up to run
on the rail—then
afraid to fail, I move wide
to be sure to obscure
the finish line- that
Winner’s Circle of Hell—
and a subsequent pell-mell
descent— in having to dissent
the matter of my own canon

NaPoWriMo April 2020.



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