Poetry biopsy

I scraped a poem out of my head
And after a crude dissection
It sat there, a wet and unread
Lexicographic itch in cross section

Next, I dipped it in pixels.
(It's for poems instead of formaldehyde)
So here. Now it's official-
-Ly poetry-brain-tissue apartheid.


(Sorry about that last line. I might come back to it later.)