It seems ridiculous
to write blank verse.

Who speaks so rhythmically
when ordering
his soup, fried rice
and shrimp in garlic sauce?

I must concede it worked
for Shakespeare’s plays—
and Milton—
but we’re living in an age
of email apps and microwaves,
aren’t we?

Why should a random scheme
compel the loss
of any poet’s well-turned
lines and phrases?

It’s hard enough to write a decent poem...