Untitled ("And it is look'in clear,singer's is,")

By Jack Joseph Smith

And it is look'in clear,singer's is, all those diminate caps, have just kept unaccounted mangement away You don't think I am sick enough to shave a carolina pine or a georgian lylie to his sixe dip it into any mixture thats is naturally thick and do it I will leave that to your gods The ones who are going to bury him there with alexander

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AI Interpretation

GPT

A taunting, ritual-sounding poem that turns rural materials and burial language into a threat of contempt.

Claude

The poem opens in the voice of someone watching a situation clarify — 'look'in clear' — and what becomes clear is threat. Singers, caps, management: the vocabulary mixes entertainment and authority into a single system of unaccountability.

The apostrophe in 'look'in' and the colloquial grammar are not errors but voice — the poem sounds like someone speaking from a specific place, and that specificity is its authority.