[New-Poetry] Blurbiest

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Dark Blurb of the Soul

 ". . . Seems to me to be
one of that breed who, when
he approaches Dallas from
the north, sees, welling
up, gold chunks of buildings,
great glass in the sun, row
over row of gold teeth, hog
grins, glistening, blind.
Here we have the mnemonic
daring, the nasty clarity,
the hand print of necessity
of one of those 'intellectuals'
attempting the flamenco
over a Big Abyss. This
is the kind of bore who views
the abominable Hawaiian
photo of Mom and Uncle
Joe, loud shirts, volcano
in the background, and then
lets the sad sow metaphors
multiply and cry. This is
he, this is he who sees
the burned girl, that fried
face's texture like plastic
puke, and aches to get his
hands on all that saffron
and blue. Reading this entity
is stepping off into
slime, into little fishes, fast
and crappy creatures nipping
at your knees. Subtleties
of rhythm? Subtleties of
rhyme? If swine had wings,
this guy would fly . . ."

 --Leon Stokesbury
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