Meta Bits: Do you believe in poetry?

The poetry exists in ignorance of my musings.

It clings to the crevices of life

in the nooks of idle minds and stolen glances of would-be lovers.

It does not care if I write,

though, I know that I must.

Mementos

Thoughts slip and fall.

Drops off a faucet, oh, 
damn indecent of them all. 
Naked strangers
strewn casually about. 
The world could care. 

drip

Forgive the interruption,
a minute at most.
Sign the form, and step
one toe onto the line. 

drip 

However you make your mark. 

drip 

Please, step one toe,
a harmless piece, 
into

yes,         there
       line 
and 
just 

drip 

       yes, see, 

drip 

never

so
   bad

drip


free