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I have no patience for poetry July 9, 2010

its overrunning lines and abrupt breaks
of gravity. You are words
why not act like ones! Why bruise yourself
in attempt to cause accidents on highways
that don’t even exist?
You take a plane and drive it straight up
just to see what will happen, you say to yourself
others have tried it but maybe I
will crack a new atom, or run into a comet not yet named
but you don’t—you drop straight down
with the rest of them, spinning like a fly
hit on its head with the Sunday news
still stunned from the massive vocabulary
you have yet to learn.