Critical poetry . . .
in the glass
shined on me
[Read this fast.]
sure 's no other
too much thought
will it smother
No one caught
the middle way
best advice
conserve the fray
less suffice
the essence read
hoist the mast
as has been said
more, no less,
to make it last
And we're lost
said the words
in the dost
till up in curds
Poetry is
and no more
though if I shout
this I swore.
in the glass
shined on me
[Read this fast.]
sure 's no other
too much thought
will it smother
No one caught
the middle way
best advice
conserve the fray
less suffice
the essence read
hoist the mast
as has been said
more, no less,
to make it last
And we're lost
said the words
in the dost
till up in curds
Poetry is
and no more
though if I shout
this I swore.
