Genre Confusion

Prose poses on a pedestal:
a rose as a rose
named carefully
for a nose closes
at the failure of music
to muse.

Statues are sculptures
until they are painted
and the oil serves as canvas
to a biography's opening poem. 

Songs unsung
can be wrung verse
cursed to be read
at a microphone
with cameras not flashing, 
rolling.

A soda
grafted as coda
fermented,
fragmented,
mixed media
distilled and bottled 
and covered with years.

To be clear
vacuums are also genres
specific space
as a ruction
in fabric and time.