Messed Up Doesn’t Rhyme with Best

Messed Up Doesn’t Rhyme with Best

Is poetry that’s free as free as all

That?  Surely it’s the poet who is free

Or not.  S/he makes the choice to make a sprawl

Of words (and punctuation?) dribblingly

Straight (straight?) along the right-hand margin, or

Elects to wander from that side to God

Knows where.  Then reeling like a rummed-up wh  re

The words or letters (only?  (maybe?) odd

In some arrangement (disarranged?) dribble

Below, blotched out with spaces here and there

Without sound reason—barring to scribble

Away in freedom, shapeless as despair.

..This wouldn’t all be such a messy crime

….If s/he chose  . . . freely . . . steady beat and rhyme.