In this poem I wanted to use form (here a sonnenizio) as an examination of itself, and after a suggestion to add depth I decided to craft it as a reflection of changing ideas about gender as well.
Men are all pent up convention
poem forms remain their fundament
they use meters and beats to let women know
their menial stresses, messy rhythms, and ends.
Men are masculine to make it clear
femininity they will not make their raiment
and so their poem’s pretext will cement
they mend their rhymes to the ends of all their lines.
You might mentor them, suggest they play around with form,
lament that they experiment, implement something new.
what is it with you– delirium tremens?
Men will never