Shit Over Feature

It’s called a Blitz It’s more like **** **** on the feel of it **** on those gone before Before when readers were respected Before some tortured verse unnecessarily Unnecessarily complicated composition Unnecessarily nurtures the arbitrary Arbitrary in its construction Arbitrary in direction Direction Now there’s a laugh its Direction is but aimless wandering wandering here to sniff at lamppost wandering there to check out other scents Scents not sense the random aromas Scents upon the wayward verse Verse I scoff it’s more like adverse Verse or obverse it is an insult Insult to all who seek out poetry Insult to the very masters Masters little in way of imagery Masters few if any devices Devices which make a poem a poem Devices poets helped develop Develop then sweet assonance Develop an onomatopoeic smash Smash this form and all its sill repetitions Smash and use for ammunition Ammunition Yes wordy ordinance Ammunition for the worthy form Form a theme which is coherent Form thoughts not lines blindly adherent Adherent to aberrant mathematics Adherent to last word second line Line up line up for revolution Line up against this monstrous construct Construct of weary would-be wordsmith Construct of an idle mind Mind the child that is the poem Mind your head on low-set bar Bar this nonsense from your consciousness Bar this form from any gathering Gathering dust it should remain Gathering no moss as it rolls its distance Distance yourself from this word pretzel Distance is its charming feature Feature nothing which at our art chips Feature not this confused bull Bull… Chips…