Un(in)formed Poem  


I want no feet.
No beat.
No stanza’d streets to stomp
or romp in name of rhythm,
rhyme or silly-abic time.

Iamb what iamb. Un
unrehearsed, un
-refrained. I’m trynna start a re
-volta. Wanna come?

Oh, hai
-ku to you, too.
(And God bless you.)

Hey, can I get a ride?
I’m a little (un)stressed;
I have missed all trains
(qua- and otherwise).

Oops. Gotta go; my meter’s





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3 Responses to Un(in)formed Poem  

  1. qbit says:

    Hahahaha, great

  2. Mandie Hines says:

    Haha “Iamb what iamb”

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