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Hey all,

If anyone's reading this or anything else. I just found a pretty good contemporary poet, Kevin Young.

He's got a "bluesy" style that manipulates the use of off beat and off-spa(tial)ce endlines. I would explain my take (I stress that last bit) on his style, but I have to go to bed.

Anywho, here is a one poem from his work "To Repel Ghosts: the remix" a collection of poems that emulates the works and life of late artist Jean-Michel Basquiat (aka SAMO(c)).

ANYBODY SPEAKING WORDS

Nothing can breathe
you back. Not
the long work

of drink, cocktails
at six, beer,
whatever, whisky,

Old Granddad, Crazy-
horse. SPORTS. The dull
sweet white whine taste

of morning. Nor
the eastward walk
past St Mark's

& Auden's marked
house, past
the park, skip

rope of streets no longer
numbers, into the Nix
the Nada--to cop

the coine-sized, -colored
bags. Squats. The poor tarred
streets, corners piled

with boys & beggars.
Smoke smoke. OPERA.
Your faraway father

in his suit
coat of silence. Your mouth
mock-moving on

its own, NOTHING
TO GAIN HERE. Gone,
nothing can stir--