The truth is, hybrid poems
drop (sob, fall to the ground) with a liquid
beauty explicating them.
In fact, it’s nonsense – the imaginative
trope half-dead without aural rationale;
the entire poem is one hallucinatory loop.
Fittingly, there are very few other poems
through which an overture and a fulfilment (sic)
find equivalents with the colloquial.
Thus unkempt riffraff sidelines the
English language, too.
