SATURDAY 27th JUNE 2009.

I don’t like the strictest sense of the word,
I prefer the flexibility of being heard;
The frowns
On the faces of nouns
When they sound
Last.
The smile
Of the adjective’s style
When it files
Passed.

I don’t see the strictures of laid metre
I favour the adoption of beat greetings;
The pull
Of an instrument’s lull
When it dulls
Down.
The thrill
Of a vocal chord’s will
Howled until
Found.

I don’t know the structure of read letters,
I feel the punctuation of saved spaces;
The drop
When they near the stop
Of earshot’s
Range.
The rise
Once they move to disguise
And rewire
Veins.