Joking about Pound’s ‘In a Station of the Metro’ and Zukofsky’s ‘Anew 10’ I got”:
the memory of this song that made no sense –
patterns of strained pretence.
So I edited it using my odd open grotesque intuitive take on distortion:
my memory conveys some song
that had no sense –
a pattern to love’s pretence.
Fun, if I can run with that.