My intent is to write a bad poem.
Well, not really a bad poem.
In fact it may behave quite splendidly.
Actually, I don't want to know it well enough
to make a judgement.
Who would want to hangout
with such a thing?
I'd prefer we just pass in the hall,
say hello, and then move on.
Anyway, the problem is a lover,
actually an ex-lover to be precise.
I need a poem that matches my feelings.
I would not waste good words
or great lines on someone like that.
I need a poem without pattern,
rhythm or rhyme.
I need something that makes you groan
instead of cry.
If someone read it and said,
"Yuck, how awful!"
I'd be content.
Someone could proclaim loudly
and rub my nose in it.
But as I write,
I see beauty
and feel the universe in union
with the souls of those
separated by physical reality
but joined by silver strands
Bummer, I suppose I'll need to try again.