last words of 2014

happens to be that current
complex place,
a more interesting redesign
of a clumsy American innovation
that cannot remain fixed.

electric, heavy intention
with low lot,
bitterness,
the information management
of a regal, orderly parade
hit to hit
with last words

a grand November cripple
featuring the
famous people
who can breathe.

this poem was inspired by a year-end prompt over at Found Poetry Review. i created this by sampling lines 20 and 14 from each of eight stories in the New York Times “Best of 2014” collection. i then smashed it into some kind of poetic submission, and i present it here for your readifying pleasure.
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