Lately, I've been writing
whatever comes to mind
dividing it into
short and choppy lines
writing what I please
as long as it takes shape
no rhyme
or rhythm
or meaning
just words
stale, rancid
words already spoken
tales already told
and I write in the hopes
that someone will glance
upon the poor writing I produce
and say "me too"
is this even poetry anymore?
or am I just ranting to a community
of people who see my work and say
is this even poetry?