Sometimes we copy and sometimes we riff,
creating from one text a second, a fun text
engaging the first by inquiring, “What if
we could move it and see it when changed by its context? ”
The copyright laws place a limit on making
a copy, restrictive as hieroglyph rites,
but there are no laws on the books you are breaking,
revisiting rightfully texts with riffrites.
(6/12/07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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