I take random lines out of poems
tear and again paste those
into arresting thoughts
a picture forms, assimilating
those torn lines, and some from air too
that broken guitar stands up
and plays by itself tearing into my heart
I again take those torn lines
reform them into wicked poems
rhythmic poetry prevails again
"I clutch my knees and make music in my mind"
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