Mention of Bob Dylan in another thread reminded me of the following spectacles of nonpoetry:

And some of us will grow up to be lawyers and things.

With sensitive instincts, she was the creative one.

and the ignorant & clumsy diction in

Trapped by no track of hours we hanged suspended.

--- Joe Fineman    joe_f@verizon.net

||: Ten bums lay in the sun; a passer-by offered a dollar to whichever was laziest; nine jumped up to claim it. :||