Tuesday, July 30, 2019

[poems that collide]


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There is a poem about poems that collide

Poems that connect laterally, support
a multitude of words in improvised holds
pushes underpins

Poems without a rule to combine them, juxtaposed
Poems that flood into each other

Poems that find a pattern to grow around
that grow into a tissue that vibrates
when poked by an accidental prey


--- [July 24th] [tiny edit Dec 2023]

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