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A MODERN ODE ( FOURTH ATTEMPT )

Being some lines on modernism

using modern methods not a

trace of punctuation no comma

no period no structure as such

lines leaching from the cranium

along nervous endings to exit

the tips of the fingers (digits)

appearing on the screen more

or less in random patterns

I am getting the hang of this now

maybe I can fill a whole page

just keep the flow of words flowing

nothing too obscure too obvious

but enough to keep the philogical

constructionists guessing

and not too incomprehensible

to the average man/woman in the street

(depending on what street you are on)

well there it is straight out of my head

and into your head if perchance it makes

any sense to you then try reading it

with your eyes closed

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Comment by Chris Whito on April 9, 2012 at 22:53: hedge your bets

see what you can get

you remain the same

the wheels of the game

they're grinding teeth

suck you beneath

the loaded chains

your life's remains

fertilise the garden

spiritual pardon

in your time

part of the rhyme

the ocean has a shore

life was before

what you regret

you can't forget

it's just a joke

in the middle

the Irish fiddle

play the blues

don't forget the news

media links the chain

the teeth can remain

in your life

there is a knife

blunt edges shine

tuna in brine

there is a net

it'll capture you yet

and take your gonads

you are like nomads

if you like it

you could bike it

or even hike it

there is no pressure

you need a refresher

lets take the day

someone might say

fuck you all

buy a stall

take the profit

you make me vomit

that toxic waste

you are so chaste

lets groove dig

work on an oil rig

the ocean's central

it's preferential

to the land

in a band

we can't discover

the artists lover

land is wasted

to evil it's pasted

it's gone for us

lets take a bus

into the city

what a pity

the devil's game

in there remain

choke on gas

you are so crass

you fucking ass

it's bitter sweet

you smell my feet

it is a fool

one person will rule

one man one vote

devil you quote

there is no reason

love is treason

there is no way

you can stay

you fall behind

the chains grind

you die repeat

the teeth will eat

it's one long line

a speeding fine

I live it too

sad but true

this is in ink

my eyes will blink

in comes the devil's print

the angel has fallen

soft sands are calling

to take its place

a million faces

bound and gagged

and slowly bagged

polystyrene hell

from the fire we yell

arsin is not a game

media will remain

one word has no fame

Comment by Adam Aitken on April 14, 2012 at 14:13: Hi william, don't you think it DOES have structure, but not the structure made with punctuation. It's quite structured and rhythmic and poetic to me, and I like the way it rolls out.