|Poem| A Poem Gone Wrong
A Poem Gone Wrong Whenever there is an interlude your poem turns brusque Not much different from a baby You can’t really push around a poem by picking it up and putting down as easy as pie We'll exchange books with flaws Don't just say things the way it pleases you Dandelion seeds bump against the windshield with thumps Wishing to soften the blow, I too bump back with whams Your poem is a dream ..