I am going to post the text; I don't think Aaron will mind; it's just a part of a longer poem, and I think it will make it clearer why this is such a challenge for me.
Against the lingerie-color sunset, Unlike regular metered poetry, and even much of free verse, which often has an innate rhythm despite the fact that it is not regular in the sense of "metered", this sort of prose poem is about as close to "regular" spoken language as one can get, which poses an extra challenge (for me anyway) in setting it to music. That's partly why I chose this poem of his (the above is one of 14 parts); I knew I would have to sweat over it ROTFL!
orange and pink and filmy as a negligee, two dogs fight in a liquor store parking lot, mouths on throats, blood an inkling in the neon advertising bargains on imports. Their long shadows go slo-mo in the skittering gravel and spin under dust’s little weather systems. Customers seem to glow, sidling past then leaving with purchases.
-- from Scenes, copyright Aaron Anstett