For a Man Indifferent to Poetry.
Rhyming is pointless.
The words also, indifferent.
But the feeling excited my mind, words gushed out.
this poem is a love poem
trying to be something else entirely.
you’ll notice a bit of green bursting through the pavement
a bouquet of letters
clasped tightly in my grasp
and thrust clumsily in your direction
for you to re-arrange at will.