Feel the goddamn width!

It grieves me to see these ideas writ
in a frivolity of bad taste; no fashion
dictates no fashion – this scandalous
commentary of misused and injured
words is yet as ill-met as brute force
is for lame conformity on demand.

Where went the clean words worn as
uniforms in their simple sameness, whence
came the piercing pins, staples and torn
accoutrement to torment these pages?
Who would deign to use the term poetry
in such an insane arrangement?

But the lid is off the can. An ideogram
stands for election and wins on the back
of criterion effects, we’ve become victim
to the sum of numbers where more means
best and less means wasted effort. Now,
if you haven’t heard it before read it here;
– never mind the quality,
feel the goddamn width!
© 2007-02-23, I.D. Carswell