We'll never write quite like John Updike

We’ll never write quite like John Updike.
-------No
-----------“Good dog” for a prized pet, though
I’ve thought long and hard about it.
---and cummings’ care with words and—
careful. punctuation capitalization,
------cannot
-------------easily
------------------------be
-------------matched
------------------------by
----------------------------me. Though I try.

(Don’t forget his beautiful spacing)!

I had an argument with a friend
Whether or not rhyme equals meaning
-------------------And in the end
We decided it’s all meaningless
--------(Especially in the case of)
---------------OZYMANDIAS
No one has time for two vast
and trunkless legs. At last,
he conceded, being on the side of rhyme,
and I had decided, having now made the time,
Which Road I would travel by

It’s not the one you think.

We’ll never write quite like John Updike.
-------Though
---------------I’ve read many who’ve tried. So
their words spew like verbal diarrhea and
they draw nearer to disillusion yet endure no shame.
-------------Eliot always said he wrote what
he meant
-------------Still even Prufrock knew he was
not long for this world.

Pass the cream and sugar.

I fell in love with a friend
and it was a
Long
Hard
Fall
Falling like
------leaves
------------------often
do.
Like snow on Frost’s woods.
Like rain on Leaves of Grass.
The way The Poet wanted to see those leaves—
Desperate and bare.
Nothing held back.
Everything exposed.
Something exceptionally rare.