Seek no perfectionist’s grammar, to entice
as melted butter on your reading platter
nor, those snug-fit - sharp-edged rhyme structures, to hum
tap-count to and amuse, your melodic whims
within our creativity’s: freshly discovered corridors
of instinctively prickly individuality.
Instead, we
children of formless family-tree’s
deliver our generation’s melodies, intertwined
in matrimonially:
divorced ideals
within lilting lines of unruly symmetry.
crudely brutish: velvet spiked flow
bold minimalist: tectonic jarring empathy
stereotype capitulating: purposed integrity
© L. B. Mek
December 2019