A question is a hook To hang one's generation on; with A period to act one's age within. But with poetic vicesensuousness I run that aging dot with Youthful dashes to make An immortal train of ellipses . . . . I would rather be marked with dots As lifted out of context, Than be a period: a prim and proper prune.
So young one! Give me a wiggle-- As you parse my door Gender all tasseled and italicized: Well-rounded sassy-phrase!
Virgule! either Add some parentheses To my life's sentence: ( )
And change my conjugation; Or worse: ignore me. Can't I stay in your paragraph? It is just a gold ring And not some other's section symbol. Now I am blue-bracketed with laws And moved down As a dirty old semi-clause.
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