Language Yourself Away Poem by Troy Clark

Language yourself away
Accept the fact of fuel injection
Stop yelling at me
You know I’m right

Break away from grail
Come to the less dark side
Your aren’t blind
This is called poetry

Thank you for your senseless
Comas, periods, random breaks
In lines, stop with the stanza breaks

Enjambment better

Make it smooth
No, no, that’s cliché
Erase that there
Oh, that there too
Your might as well
Burn this

Make a name for your
Headstone
Large and big, noticeable
Because we sure aren’t going
To put your poem on it

We want people crying