A rough, untitled poem

I like poetry because

you can throw the baby out

the window

and meet up on 22nd street.

What you intended

may not be seen

because it's heard.

expression finds its pitch

words make music

Author, editor.

Law-maker, law-breaker.

Bend the rules to work

for you. for me.

The world's my

-ne for the taking. making.

It can. it Can't. It Will. it won't.

Don't they say life is what you make it?

Push the edge. to the edge.

i heart poetry

its rebellion and romance

visceral. visual.

its the baby on 22nd st.

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written 2.28.10, revised 3.1.10

I thought I needed a fresh poem to serve as a sort of a thesis for what's to come. Granted this is amongst the weirder ones I've done. I wanted to write it because last night I started wondering why I wrote poetry occasionally. I'll readily admit that I don't read poetry (as in go out and get a book of poetry and read it). The closest I've come to reading poetry is contemplating buying a book of Shakespeare's sonnets. Poetry is just so much more fun to write! And precisely for the reason stated above. Btw, I don't consider this poem as being done, but I wanted it to say what had to be said. So there you have it.

Let me know what you think! Especially if you hate it.