towards poetic ends
Poetic deviant behavior
Going against the grain
Incurs numerous slivers
To the fingertips
Of your creativity.
I don't force a rhyme
For the purpose of rigid
Appeasement and approval.
Rules were meant to be broken!
And I am but a
Rebel without a cause —
I genuinely feel —
That a complete
Descriptive thought
Is much more meaningful
Then simple regurgitated sonnets.
Emotionally
Written out
And exposed —
Like a sinner
Whispering
Behind the veil
Of a confessional booth.
All while the voyeur
Moonlighting as a priest
Tentatively listens.
Praying to God —
That he will finally hear
Something new today.
Amen.
Matty Kopf 