If anything made any sense wh-
atsoever - for a split second - it wa-
s only in your head,
perhaps not even there
You alone think
we did not painfully endure your
flashy schemes and fiddly y-mes;
Fine for stolid times (that live
only inside your head by now)
New instances are entered at
every minute – you miss a step
and grind to a halt,
we are already there
breaking it down for your
butterteeth – too nice of us.
This is not a fantasy, you are feeling
deeply: but today’s cars
are automatic guns built to crash - land in trees
internet diseases erupt in nanoseconds
wartimes wither in dirt
you are no savior of your own.
(Beyond Tristan D'Agosta)
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I hope you don't think I am really against free verse. It was just a parody.
That's too bad, I thought it was an excellent case against free verse, in fact.
I think both of us misunderstanding each other is an excellent case against free verse.
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