I think
I'd like to drag u off into the woods
                      & disabuse u of the notion of ur
virginity long gone down the passages
of time to our age;             listen to me. I'd like
to inform u that poetry is a technical art
made of moving mental parts; here she comes
saying no no no poetry is an emotional
expression, an expression of emotion
in a particular time & place,     wailing,           crying,
confessing to ugly truths in the bright sunlight;
poetry is more like an interplanetary                machine
I adjust to monitor signals from the unseen;
no no no she shouts,                                       poetry is my naked body!
I beg to differ somewhat like a combination mirror-computer
computating logical syllogisms &
                                         algorithms to compare & contrast metaphors
like colors & sounds & shapes
                  she says no no no &
  she weeps