Some thoughts on experimental poetry.
Sometimes you want to dress up–top hat,
White tie and tails, a foreign medal, a cape.
The dance would be just as impressive,
A waltz, perhaps, certainly not something
With Cossacks. At least one would think
This would be the dance of formal bats,
Emotive, aristocratic and imperial.
One would be wrong. These are bats
Used to hanging upside down, letting blood
Rush to their heads when they are not
Bloodletting right side up. They are wild,
Jazz-inspired, impressionistic, and although
You expected the reverse, they are–in the best
Possible way–way out of your league.