Unquestionably, performance, multi-media, cross-genre and hybrid are on the ascendant. By the way, what's a "pure" poem?
Poetry began as oral tradition.
Speaking of food and cuisine, migration and cross-mingling made a good thing better. Let's not fret; the table is set.
Monochromatica
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there is heat behind it
is the neighbor so complete she will not sing?
actually I saw a lawn mower and a juice can
in her yard just the other day
I meant to remark on this breach of boundary
but she went back in the house
After the yard sale no one stood around to compare finds and it was heartless in a way
Aboriginal ecstasy on the rim of the pool
A cacaphony of elite dealers closed the sale
I went over to that south wall and put my ear
up to it
The blazes crackled, the ungodly click of new
high heels, one high-pitched laugh and a shaker
full of ice