Jimmi Canada Poet Prose Poetry

What's It Called

I'm sorry you can't hang,

but to get the lead to sustain,
or a weave to remain- 
here is a divide we must range...

To get high is to bang-

get over on the main?

One cannot hide in the fame-

take the most slender poker to exhaust the knower,

excusing any lost hats,

there's even more once you go slower.


This kind of work was once a grow-word,

centered in the file,

thrown out to invent,

but instead grew moss,
and an entirely new font.

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