These are warm-up exercises
In preparation for
Or as a means of delay
For the forthcoming grand entrance
When I will turn the book on its side
To write in landscape form
A set of poems to be printed
In limited, limited editions
That is how I started
Back in the day before self-publishing was rife
To return is not always nostalgia
Nor is one always to write in the portrait form
Such absence of technical manipulation
As might be found in serious study rooms
You know the kind of place, criticised
For enjambment, for not knowing where lines end
To fast forward is not always science fiction
Or modernist futurism by any other name
To loop the tape loop is still to loop
Repetitive writing is similar, if not exactly the same
