Listen!
! You poets of the on/off guard I fall to the floor in your presence crazed with salutations! You try to follow the dictates of a culture mad for control and rhetoric you want to be good as a simile in flight to metaphor you wish for writerly technique but the stanza breaks in your hands you stutter and drop syllables the cadence revs out of control you are a mess! poets of the on/ off guard you fall backward onto the anthologies and butts conjuncting with the pages of better poets make an impression on the literary past! Leave the great ones behind you get off your ass- embled influences and stagger onward, poets of the on/off guard!