"i am"/ iamb

Iambic penta-meter’s out of style—
One never hears that sort of thing at slams.
Farewell as well to rhymes that made me smile:
Now all is dust, ellipsis, and “i am”s.
Free verse is more expressive, this is true;
It’s unconstrain-ed by a measured beat.
If slammers are to be believed, we grew
When we crushed William Shakespeare ‘neath our feet.
But have these people tried to write in verse?
It’s not as easy as they seem to think:
It takes some discipline, takes thought, takes time;
It’s more than just emotion set in ink.
What simple and pretentious fools are these
Who think that sonnets grow around on trees.

[this is my poem. i wrote it. please don't steal it, and ask if you'd like to use it somewhere--i'll probably say yes. word up.]

This is the poem that provoked my bitch rant against anne. The missing line:

"it's not as easy as they seem to think:"

would that have been so hard to keep track of?

but, on consideration, i pitched no fit. after all, it's anne's fault, not the fault of overtones as a whole...and the people who matter already know. plus i'm a big whore for non-confrontation.

wore a naked man apron today...got lots more looks than usual. am somewhat disturbed by what this may reveal about the guys I know. expect a fuller report on this later, when i'm done with my bovary paper.

word out.