Amast, a moist expectoration from the crow's nest
of imagination, hoist the sail Hart, allow its breadth
to cover and carry all the sins, in the absurd spit-fest
of wrongful indignation, foist this, the whale fart,
the fellow Melville, and an inclination toward taxonomy,
well this breach of conduct, born from going against
the metric rules, their ticker-tape, bunsen-burner
method from the laboured laboratory from the alchemy
of the poets of yore, demanding you click your shoe heels
to the tick and the tock of the iambic pentameter
The blubbery lines of the mock heroic, in padded cells
the poets maw at the classic, but let the sail envelope
the reading! We are bound for the jaws of Criticism
the long lurch of the lingering palm, sticky with
masturbation, Aye wanking off to the undercurrent
of the poem,
Avast, aghast, expectations in the Kurd's jest
of invagination, lost in the desert of delight Turkish
and Iraqi, the spoils of Empire couched in Ottoman
and English penchant for the halfspun pun, run on,
Caesura, abate, battle on, out of breath, the junk stills,
the abortion of the breeze, advocation of the cause,
instant coffee makes the convention for conversation
short, before it was darling be a hon and put the kettle
on, the analogy to poetry, here Hart, the true plainess
of the haiku rather than the wandering epic, it tells
us that a leaf is a leaf, an ant is an ant, oh the literalness
of the hexapodal philistine, the rule of mediocrity,
Welcome ! Hart to the 21st century, welcome indeed.
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