Well what do poems sound like
when they hit you?
Splat if they're empty
(silent assimilation is also possible)
but I am sure they make a sound for you
maybe they chirp like dewy grass on bare feet
just out of a starched bed or
do your poems fizzle like bacon and
candy sugar in hot mouths
and greasy frying pans? My poems
thunk
like old wood blocks or a dropped guitar resonating in admonition
and hands, thanking the tree
somewhere; a nervous heartbeat
stumbling around a stage
and waiting for the
orchestra
to begin.
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