Refuse All Rule [rev.] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

I’m swimming in a sea of terms, drifting midst
the strange, exotic and exciting: its Colombia,
Fusagasugá town - around forty miles from
Bogotá in the Department of Cundinamarca -
I’m hearing these names sung in a b-flat
chromatic progression, while reflecting on

Solar energy based on fulvalene & graphene,
given that atherosclerotic plaques in arteries
shortens life - a melody in sad C sharp - then
on to non-existent modesty in modern society
offering Strictly Come Dancing with scantily
clad contestants being told sensuality’s okay

While I may rue never teaching my daughter
about dressing to kill - its such that she hates
shopping anyway; adorning herself’s a mirage
she’ll never chase, thus she’s protected from
those with bad intent, yet she wants to ‘feel’
everything - may she enjoy experimenting

Decide her own rules of integrity to remain
true to her own dreams in the end - & I try to
keep my love for music in words undefiled by
the ice-cold translation rules leaving no room
for the individual mind and the imagination -
so I refuse all rules in art and writing…


[ALTERNATIVELY: ]

Refuse [Short] – 20/08/2015

Swimming in a sea of terms, drifting among
the strange, exotic & exciting: Fusagasugá
in Cundinamarca – Colombia,40 miles from
Bogotá - names singing in b-flat - while I’m
reflecting on solar energy from fulvalene &
graphene and Atherosclerotic plaques in
arteries which sing a sad C sharp melody

Reaching non-existent modesty in modern
society, Strictly Come Dancing with scantily
clad contestants because sensuality’s good
and I rue never having taught my daughter
dressing to kill such that she hates shopping
and adorning herself is a mirage - protected
from evil intent, yet how can she experience

Everything out there, how could she enjoy
experimenting to decide her own rules of
integrity to remain true to her dreams in the
end – like my dream of keeping my love for
music playing in words undefiled by the ice-
cold translation rules leaving no room for an
individual creative expression – and thus I

refuse all rules in art and creative writing


[ORIGINAL: ]

Swimming in a sea of terms, drifting among
the strange, exotic & exciting: Fusagasugá
town in the Department of Cundinamarca –
central Colombia, around forty miles from
Bogotá hearing these names sing in a b-flat
chromatic progression while reflecting on

Solar energy based on fulvalene & graphene
given that Atherosclerotic plaques in arteries
shortens life – a melody in sad C sharp – then
on to non-existent modesty in modern society
offering Strictly Come Dancing with scantily
clad contestants being told sensuality’s good

While I rue never having taught my daughter
dressing to kill such that she hates shopping
and adorning herself seems a mirage she will
never chase – she’s protected from those with
bad intent, yet she wants to experience every-
thing out there – may she enjoy experimenting

To decide her own rules of integrity to remain
true to her own dreams in the end – as I try to
keep my love for music in words undefiled by
the ice-cold translation rules leaving no room
for the individual mind and the imagination –
so I refuse all rules in art and writing…