Can't tell you.
However, lettuce
Seigh:

You can't plan
A poem any
More than being
Spontaneous
Or
Preparing for the
Tornado
That will randomly
Hit your home town
300 miles and 4.5 hours
Aweigh!

A poem has
Pre-existence:
Like I used to, before
I went to a picnic with
Dad and left with
Mom

Poems are unborn
Twinkles in God's
I

Virtual, string-
Tree-like things
Screaming, Who-like:
"I'm here! I'm HERE!
Just THINK ME ALIVE!
That will be born
As thoughts
(I think)

Poems are the
Idea-seeds, already
Planted in the fertile
Brain-soil, and ideas
Are the paradigm-
Shifters of the Universe.