EX PER I MEN TAL POE TRY
Exceptionally Per Second I Men Tall Edgar Allan Poe Try Harder
Try Exceptionally Harder, Seven Thousand Edgar Allan Poe’s Per Second,
One Thousand Tall Men Later, this is what happens when you
let your fingers run free
This is a literary experiment
requiring no reason, no structure;
expectations are quite minimal
it’s not the real thing after all–
It is an experiment.
It is experimental poetry.
Poetry needs no emotion anyway.
(Strange, I wanted to type reason.)
It only needs
some words, a few words,
a total lack of words
perhaps, maybe not
some kind of flow?
two eyes to see meaning.