Members of the Jury—

It was a drive-by versing
A poem invasion
An act of irrepressible aesthetics
Unmitigated form and passion
Premeditated meter
Aggravated by both rhythm
And rhyme

It was a drive-by versing
A poem incursion
A wilding of fact and fantasy

By all accounts
A Declaration of Words


When my home town made it illegal for singers and performers to freely work the streets there was a protest rally. I read this poem from the courthouse steps with bullhorn in hand.

Published in: “souls arriving” 2006


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