Don Marquis, or his persona Archie the cockroach, is a long time favorite of mine. Maybe it's poetry, maybe it's merely verse, maybe it's chopped up prose, but it's always amusing and sneakily smart. I've always suspected that it is also partly a satire on what was happening in the poetry world a couple of generations ago, as if someone said, "You call that poetry? A cockroach leaping on the keys of a typewriter could write that well!" And he does.
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