More Blocks

As a form, I am leaning toward the haiku tradition of not naming the poem, though that goes against all MY conventions.

I think the idea in haiku is that it is such a short poem, that one both accesses the meaning with immediacy and that a title does one of two things, it overwhelms the 17-syllable verse, or it allows a sort of cheating by extending the verse by a few pre-poem syllables.

With a single block, I think these all apply, and as the concept is, even if you stack them, they are all, each one an independent unit of 16 words, so the case still remains. for now, and as long as I am the only writing them, I can make the rules, so I say “block” poems do not have titles.

The crusher claw lifts

the Corvair, rusted, motorless

glass showers with rubber,

another cube is made.

Under the leafless pecans

the crow gun fires

frightening no one, not

even pecan eating crows.

The echo of rifles

as farmers stand, shoot

real bullets, killing birds,

ricochets through my mind.