the death of ordinary

in simpler times, we broke

the rules, but knew our verses

lived outside our minds.

high coo. not me. you.

choose a focus word for me.

CORes of BANned poetry.

tuck and roll across

the page, sifting meaning, rhyme,

and freight. Fan the flame.

did I say, earlier,

that your lines were burlier?

if not, be sure, now.

The End

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