The Right Column


Powerlines in New England



   Those are rhyming poems
     with a rhythm
    that makes people drum repeatedly
       with the beat of the modern sound
    wake grandfather from his rest
      Grandfather will now
      start our afternoon lessons.

  Those were cooreographed moves
      with a synchopated rhythm
     those dancers moved and sasheied to the music
   in the way just as staged
      like the waters of the great blue seas
    and free of ulterior agendas.

  Don't stop typing, poet dude,
     with your reason for the rhythm
        to rhyme
      to take the time
   to run free like wild horses.
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    modified from poem page 156



But your beat 
out on the street.
Do your rap
for the people you meet.