A Poem Gone Wrong -- To *Camille Claude Whenever there is an interlude your poem turns brusque It’s not much different from an infant 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 wit..