Dance of Dense

First:
'There’s a problem with poetry,'
He said. 'Today all poets
Want to compress meaning into
Too few words. This squeezing of
Words, accordion-like,
Displays the poet’s desire
To be obscure,
To force the reader
To find the meaning,
Giving away nothing,
Hiding mediocrity by claiming
My meaning is clear to those
Who know.’

Second:
Poetry today problems itself:
Compressing fruitful meaning until
Pulp disappears, leaving it
Compressed to star-dense
Proportions, a light-sucking
Mass. Makes me
Sick
Reading stuff like that.

Third:
Poetry today
Suffering from
Minimalism,
Obscurism,
Densification.
Searching for meaning,
This reader finds only
Sickness.

Fourth:
Consider today’s poem—
Dense with meaning—
Makes me sick!

Finis:
Poem.
Dense.
VomitSPLATTER!