What ever happened to all the talk about IM as a form of poetry?
Ishmael Reed was there first.
Lazy (efficient?) typists unite.
Here is an excerpt from his badman of the guest professor, showing he was not only ahead of his time in form, but in commentary on politics as well:
listen man, i cant help it if
yr thing is over, kaputs,
no matter how you slice it dick
you are done. a dead duck all out
of quacks; d nagging hiccup dat
goes on & on w/ out a simple glass
of water for relief