.. 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 -versed, unrehearsed, un -refrained. I’m trynna start a re -volta. Wanna come? Oh, hai … Continue reading →
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