Upon reading Muse and Drudge by Harryette Mullen and then writing, and then coming back later and writing

music, fruit, I taste it-----so flight is ribbon, then?
an outside silence-------alarming and round
I can taste-------------and rip, tassle, round, round
can you taste it?------------can you ersatz it, erase it.

Is this in accentual trimeter?--------------asking about something else, not you, dear.
men are kind on my eyes--------------womble the new wyrd
they are sugar fiending-----------if I slip on a peal of laughter accost me
name me------------------stain me

‘I dream a world/ and then what’---------so what if I’ve taken blunt
Articles dream of language, of---------gargle months later
being part of a team--------------reams of split vowels
what I mean by funky, funk-------a split skirt, kninfinitive

long luscious last line---------harper, laid, plea
color is cold, frozen------------frozen in skies
and it comes after desire---------glows rows in the dark
I smell the tides lapping-------catch me if canning

personify my evil------------too many directions
as a change in direction--------when don’t my eyes catch on the next line
bottles remain liquid in liquid------to reteach myself how to reach
loco and clothed-----------too red, to read

physical abuse like that book in New Mexico-------------hush that up, bump itunder beiges
about fear----------lifted cloth
steel-secluded woman, caged flutter-----if I could dip myself a cheese
aurally induced love--------horn, horn haurn

movement is vibration is sound------okay, physics
noise----------round
building stories of sound with words-----wombly
I see accentual trimeter and dimeter (some tetra)---hex ACTE
no punctuation other than the stanza and----and and and and and

line breaks what are less formal ways to punctuate----stilt
‘battered like her face…-----and and aural and anal
with hammer and nail’-----split letters into worlds
she tells it on a mountain-------cold moon, brink of check

using her own body as voice box----judgment
the back of the mind catches----arraign
minnows of worry----you fort the fodder, forget the key
blonde is bad------mirrors, worse

slant words are almost expected---oh, rose!
a b b a rhyme scheme----oh, rose!
we are the band, you dance----oh, let it ring
‘monkey wrench nuts and bolts’-----build my pipe a trauma

we’d wanted waffles to happen here, darling----MARYLAND
and turn on the eclectic----stumble grunt
machinic whirr of kittens’---stipulation here, no litter, sip
purrs------purrs

we love Etta James-----unornery
I overhear genocide-----it was next door
India fills with mango weather----reuse is the floor
swell----flood.

Japanese, dishes of Shinto----bells
‘humble materials hold/ vestiges of toil’---all names begin with taco
I’ll be in underwear---beguining
down under ducks---hotly

in tune----hot
in time----hurt
in turn-----holt
in rhyme-----gene massey

throats slick with death---forget addiction
cigarettes----smoke cliche
I smell the smoke---the smell of smoke checking
through grim-----name puns I couldn’t

‘get right with Godzilla’-----this is taken from you too
last stanza zams-----jam jelly jam
zozzle and the library------zyzzazza spells itself wrong
coloscoping on a nozzle------sigmoidoscopy use plenty of lube

women, sounding----------green
iron kettles, pots------------silver
black black black black-----black
black black black------------stolen

la muerte is death, right?--------aight
the sign I saw with the white-----signs
painted teeth-----------electronic shift
did you see them shin the black light----?

good taste is different from great------hunger differentiates
you were up late-----too many minutes long
to making do-------market share
raging in step in sleep------free