HOLES

HOLES

there are holes in the paper
places of quicksand

the words cannot
traverse this broken landscape

move at pace
across the page

shocktroop you with
tactical juxtapositions,
lightning images

no
the whole nature of
poetry has changed

those books on mechanized modernism
      so obsolete (ultimately
so) better
thow
   them away

                  only good
for metaphor

subtext is where
                   the power now
lies