Method for Poetry, Condensed

Smash mind wine bottle
gather the pieces
clink them in a basket case.

These are the words.

And pungent toxins catch my hurt
but I am regenerating liver.

And you heart roughage, you
part convention, part copy paste—
no taste.

Snatch ideas with hacksaws
freeze them into words.

Nip and tuck.  Nip and
squeeze into bubbles
and fizz.  O fizzle fizzle. 
Oh. 
Physical blinks.

A poem.

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