The Woolly Half-Poem.(Poem)

 
THE WOOLLY HALF-POEM 
 
with due respects to the memory of James Dickey 
 
   Would-be poets wild to couplet 
   with anything with sob stories 
   with post colonial glitz post 
   colonial sham will keep themselves off 
   prosody by worries of their own: 
   under the parergons of Jaques Huzzit, 
   with moustaches of cappucino, they will 
   whisper I've heard tell 
 
   deep in the Pound Archive, 
   way down in a file someplace, 
   there's this thing that's only half 
   prose like a woolly epithet 
   coddled in verbiage because 
   those things can't live its lines 
   are half-rhymed but you can't stand to read 
   I heard from an Ashbery who ... 
 
   But this nostalgia is now almost 
  ...