on VERSIFIED DRIVEL
(a metrical form of drooling “twaddle”*)
Nothing words and nothing lines,
know the nothingness of rhymes,
framéd verse and non-event
are negatives that circumvent
non-existent loves that went …
to who knows where?
Thus, ‘oft before you
wrapped in rhythm,
'nothingness' is empty given
quantum jumps from line to line;
dead energy in four/four time,
photons streaking ‘thru the sky …
to who knows where?
Oh, there and above is love,
or worse. You hear
a confusion of meaningless sounds
in verse. A tear.
pretentious babble,
drooling sour,
to grow a flower on some empty grave …
but who knows where?
Empty words and empty phrases
twice deny Life’s fuller phases;
stanzas with uncertain meaning
show a certain leaning toward despair.
An empty flair of rhyming sounds
and rhythm swings,
which signify a mind’s escape …
To who knows where?
And so for me,
contemporary poetry
is the “blankest” verse in history;
you can take it straight to, … well …
YOU know where!
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*”twaddle”: …an extravagant confusion of meaningless words and sounds
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Rhey W. Hedges, March 2, 1979
