JUST
poem is a
thing
one does not just
should not just
staple
together
wind, rain
solar flare
whatever the weather
whether enjambment
can just run
away with it
rhyme
superimpose itself
or superposition you
wave and
molecule in
relation to its pattern
breath blow
like electricity flowing
out
of a jug
magnetic pole, spin
see it be pulled and pushed
hither and thither
mussed up like
coiffure suddenly exposed
to what
storm can do
making it worse, much worse,
and thereby
intriguing reading
touching your chimes as
it wafts through your pagoda
appearing
out of nowhere, inviting
itself for
main course
settling down
prepared for sacrifice
ready
to give its all
pretty much
holding forth
holding the fort
conforming
to the topography
of your tiny plate
at your gigantic table
poems 2 die for 