Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.


My shift key sticks. It does. I swear.
Just watch. You'll see it stick from there,
whenever I've the need to shift

your paradigm with rhymes. My gift,

if that this is, and it be said
of words like these, “heard when read”,
sounds clearly near, if not exactly,
to the point, matter-of-factly

stating in these terms relating
to the rhythms syncopating
in, and around all the sounds
extending from adverbs and nouns

conjoined in voices, yours and mine.
See how they mix? They intertwine
when both converge to say the things
we say, when a new meeting brings

us to the point of an expression
of a thought; a mind’s digression
into form, like when inciting
substance to appear in writing.