Pink Corsets On Washing Lines
T Tom Billsborough
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Tight corsets shape the mould
Folds of flesh are scraped
Into a new, unfriendly space,
Leading to an enhanced waist
And a shortage of breath.
And so it is with words,
In some contemporary modes,
Tight phrases squeeze the sense
But suffocate the music.
These are but cameos
Of a minor Art which soon will pass
Into a merited oblivion.
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