poem: sentiment eating the heart of the poem alive

Muse — take, find
in hallways and oversexed eyes — they
say Only Good Poetess in thrall to
Sade and the feminine, but what of my many
men! my harem of no-words-spoken, immortalized —
on internet (nobody reads — the void!) blog.
eat — little finch, singing, pine trees
around the house. youth in big broad skies
cow-paths through, cow-burrs through, i
was desperate to make it a Moor. drawing,
open window, girl with short hair covered
in a sheet. or long stark low music
summer, college dorm undone to PULSE PULSE
of 2019 kpop best girlgroup hits: but here the critic is correct
poem turns always diaristic! i fell out of it
too fast, college open-mouthed, stuck in birth canal
redeem it through French Masters Engl PhD something worthy!
crystallize and stop — rushes through too fast, chest and face beat
through with time, voided soul to diary-diary too much
to record! cannot keep a hold of the nightingale the volcel
rollicking art it comes apart — sentimental, heat struck,
licked and destroyed.