(My poetry professor, having noticed that I wrote solely in classical styles had me read some things by pioneers of the contemporary style. This is my attempt to recapture the style of Allen Ginsberg's "Howl")
Wallflowers hiding vinegar in fragile dormatories of pretense
Whispering Kabballah refrains of obtuse thought societies
Like Fibonacci ripples spreading ecclectic across causality
Turing monks sequestered binary upon resovoirs of silicon
Chanting codified punctuation of forbidden art technologies
Like caffinated inspirations lacing infernal with anonymity
Bleating hordes excising unique from imaginings of youth
Demanding mundane incantations of tic-tac-toe realities
Like creative prophylactics quelling tedious hyper-activity
(PS. here is Ginsberg's poem:
http://members.tripod.com/~Sprayberry/poems/howl.txt)