Your form your language-law is structure-stuck can't happy me can't sad me I stone the page. I blood the ink. erupt-calms itself into beige resolution-fails the real Game me Word it Rhyme Do it again again and again the game-same Show your pyrrhic summer blockbuster no-win game words what you see as adequate I inadequationed it planted it deliberate ejaculated the seed set it free Your structures don't law here anymore More-now Lick my lexicon Suck my syntax Fuck my footnotes Pound my paragraphs Whore my word Stroke my stanzas Milk my metaphors & make me mean them Divorce my unkind Words. Dread I'm ahead of the curve Dread me dead time for you to swerve Beige plastic sold-soldier carrion man your deep dark Mariana depth is nothing but a puddle I pissed in drunk last night. - UpsilonA Author's Note - Break It Down is the first poem written entirely in Liberated Grammar - a method in which any part of speech can be reassigned when the experience demands it. The grammar follows the experience rather than the other way around. Consider this an introduction.
This is less a poem than a linguistic rebellion. Rather than merely breaking grammatical rules, it questions who gave language the authority to dictate experience in the first place. “Liberated Grammar” feels like an attempt to restore language to its primal state where words are not fixed categories but living actions. The poem’s force lies in its refusal to let syntax imprison consciousness. Whether one embraces or resists it, the work compels us to reconsider the relationship between language, identity, and creative freedom. A genuinely provocative experiment.
Dude it's genuinely so good, my mind is blown! I love everything about your 'liberated grammer' this poem is just ICONIC