The opposite of end-stopped
Poetry; the trick with enjambment
Is to never complete a sentence, phrase, or thought
Within a single line of verse; but instead allow
The syntactic unit to run on
Unexpectedly, like a distracted self-drive tourist
Attempting to navigate a multi-lane freeway
Without indicating

I mean I started it
and the end is in sight
it just seems like such waste of time
all for a period
to start anew

My wooden staircase creaks

      [a heart broken by feet]

and weeks the measure my neck

what month-long that noose stretched!

A hooded man in black

  shared a joke a pun the trapdoor
               I fell
      
        |
        |
    __
     |      |

      
   for the line

a broken neck upon

   a heart string
    
         D
       R
         O
       P


:: 07-11-2014 ::

Until you've been arrested
And spent endless days in jail
And walked a hundred miles
Without ever leaving your cell
Until you've lost your family
And you're utterly alone
You try to seek comfort
Realizing it was left at home
Until you've faced the judge
And entered your guilty plea
And you've heard the words of judgement
That you won't be going free
Until your days turn into months
And months turn into years
You lie awake at night
Shedding endless tears
Until you've lost all hope
And every dream you ever had
You fight to keep your sanity
And fear that you'll go mad
Until you've gone through all these things
And lost all human will
How can you look at me and say
You know just how I feel?

The length of the silk fabric.  
does not determine the quality.
It may be long,
or it may be shot.

So when you ask me about
the length of my poems
my answer will be
that I want to enjoy every word,
feel every sentence and
appreciate all of the fabric.

in my book,
you were a whole chapter.

in yours,
i was only a sentence.