I don't like you with line fragments
what the bluesmen did for fun
it's two white horses in a line
and verse shapes as well because
I will disintegrate your name in image
almost like pieces of the same long
song as an echo of singing subvocally
to slice the weather in your heart
with symbolic structure with no coats
on and your suspenders down
I thought I heard Buddy Bolden say
that poetry was dead and stinking
not artfully perhaps the use of the
dissonance outside an interpolating
Mississippi roadhouse where only the
lowercase letters precede essence
when misspelling becomes meaningless