Certainly not the intention
Nobody wants this rodeo
Sudden crisis intervention
Apologies to Tokyo

Like most things it started out small
I now feel like Pinocchio
Seems like things ran into a wall
Apologies to Tokyo

Now perhaps we did overfeed
Seems to enjoy finocchio
That doesn't explain the stampede
Apologies to Tokyo


Next time we will take it slower
try use less braggadocio
keep close by a grenade thrower
Apologies to Tokyo

Navel gazing poetry reduction
Set schemes and syllables, are all defined
Words within these set guidelines are confined
automatic, a five point deduction


odd
    nothing really rhymes with
                                 poetry

    poultry?

I
am
   sure
       the
          chickens
       like
      a
     certain
    rhythm
   to
  the
piece

(kind of looks like one)

But in Days of yore, but so goes the tale
Poets would lyric, prose, perhaps, with a lute
But poorly formed rhyme meant pay not in loot
A Homophone, gets you payment, in ale


Momentarily,
The flow is interrupted
By a small Haiku

The point of the piece would be
As anyone could plainly see
without breaking some joints
to win back the points
And not be among the debris

The waiter places the coffee on the table
somehow expressing just how beneath him
the entire exercise has proven
Accomplishing this with just the position of his
body and his lack of a greeting

I am impressed
I add cream and stir

I pick up the cup and peer inside
a swirl within another like a night
filled with stars
Placed above a town with a church steeple
as if to mix the sky
The cup itself now a palate
I could use it, perhaps with a biscotti
to paint my own darkness

I look around and perceive the table and the cafe
in a new way
Gaze too closely and it begins to break apart
There is nothing between the tiny dots
except....
we assume
the ones that look alike, go together
we make the patterns,

the connections don't really exist

The waiter now, despite being made up of a cloud
of independant notes,
still manages somehow
to project ennui and disdain
I continue to be impressed

Paying my bill using notes with shifting faces
I walk down a street created with the brush in my hand