poem by the hour,
no need to shower
us thus

he selfie critiques,
I do, I do,
or else it would be a
Poem~By~The~Minute

look at the banner photo,
see the tablet self composing,
the list of would-be,
coming soon someday,
an arms length long
list of almost finished compositions,
composing me in motion

the tablet on lap resting,
yes, in his semi~famous bus,
see the trees in the upper right,
window reflecting, they too
have come to peek~see poems
writing themselves
by that fluorescent light
dividing thems in progress from
them ones not ready for prime time

don't try to make out the words,
they will be sited soon enough,
in the meantime, a sip of
milky coffee between
poem breathes