Let the children split infinitives,
and let limit’s release increase;
let them drive atop phone-book seats
and chase runaway balls into streets;
let all straight-jacket rules decease,
and the children improvise feats
— surely, liberty can’t make them primitives:
protesting amidst tearful bleats
–or stomping on faces with cleats–
each time referees miss their beats;
let no interlope adult force privatives.
Let the children eat what they please,
suck through eyes or broken teeth
strangle dolls in a need-gripped sheath;
let the vegetables rot, choked by weeds
while the children indulge carb addictions
ransack storerooms built up by deeds
of calculation and planning: conviction
must not train them, for this leads to friction
with
the kids-choose-health-by-themselves fiction.
Let the children regulate all
and break-up the detention hall;
up-bite hard on the delicate reeds
squeak in synchronous, symphonous calls,
(those who follow the notes are diseased);
let one suss out one’s own private creed
even if others will bleed;
hop-scotch on th’ accountant’s labors
(their numbers are built on cruel vapors)
long-term goals must bow to their greed,
let no discipline thwart their fall,
let all spanking submit to the mall.
Into the Clarities 
I wanna ride through the halls of my high school, and I’ll be the emperor of ice cream.
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Wallace Stevens is most certainly in the background there. Not all of us can be trend-setters… :-/
I’d say “nice catch”, but after something like 15 years of friendship, you’d better catch these influences.
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Wallace Stevens *and* John Mayer. :-) … If I had a website, I would check “like,” but I don’t have one, so I cannot. :-(
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If John Mayer is in what _I_ wrote, I’d be surprised. Haven’t given him a listen in about a decade. :-D
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Influence on later artists is a good thing. It is one of the means of transmitting culture across generations. There is no need to jump off of the shoulders of giants or other really tall people.
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I love all of these words. The first line, especially.
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Yeah, that’s my favorite, too. That line is how the poem started. I didn’t let it bake long enough, but I loved the savagery suggested by the splitting of an infinitive and social breakdown. The two are on a continuum of sorts. Sloppy living comes from sloppy thinking, and sloppy thinking starts with sloppy speaking.
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If this were in a bakery, I would buy it, and share with everyone because it’s so fucking tasty. You have sophisticated ingredients. I have peanut butter and jelly, so it’s nice to dine out once in a while.
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That’s unnecessarily self-deprecating, and painfully kind.
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I’m hilarious and nice like that.
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I’ve certainly lol’d a good number of times reading your comment threads. :-D You’re unquestionably more than just funny, but you are undoubtedly that, too.
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Thank you! I like to make people laugh.
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