What flowers the X-
ray.  yesterday tomorrows
today and.  And nope (meme)
yup.  Not!  Donald Biden eats
your Tesla has ****** simplex %
ye olde Generation Z
Hi!
i'll sneeze an Earthworm
up your short shirt s Leeve w
Hen you into the mantapede      
                                                 ­         
Go play kickball
          with a nuclear football—
⁵

Vote for Kam
          (however you
          say her name)
ala!  Unburdened by w

hat has bee
          n in terms o
          f regarding a
framework for

understan
          ding deadlines a
          round smell
that relate to

the great signific
          ants of th
          e importance of
the passage of time.

a plums is ripe
     on August august
(what greenest trees?)
                                           if one
which a organism
          that shalt isn't die:

yester Day's shape
     i do robust
(who tomorrow was?)
                                           if ten
how a organasm
          is thineself & thy;

Brilliant and breathless, bending
language like a gardenia wreath
hanging from the rafters
of a sun-drenched mouth
that could only be mine.

Bullish and breathless, tangling
ellipses, clinging to a simile’s hem until it
trips and rips the thread of thought.
I don’t mean this as a manner of speech–
I speak without manners.

Billowed and breathless, humming
out of its skin and into mine.
Meaning is a feathery, fallible thing,
twisting, writhing, vanishing;
tough to trust, prone to rust,
words swirling and spun,
sea-tossed and salt-stuck
on a foreign tongue.

Beaming and breathless, flirting
with the edge of a rockwall,
a siren call,
more lullaby than warning shot,
more hymn than howl, a voice
that could only be mine.

Belated and breathless, underlining
the good lines, never shaking the bad,
plucking at the precipice, never leaping,
clamoring to be heard but never speaking.
A lot of words, but no poem.
A lot of pinch, but no push.
Graceless and glitching,
mine alone.

all that you are;

is all that you?

this is all that,

and that is all.

[(this is not a poem)

this also not a poem]

this is a 'poem'

but that's just my opinion.

<Initialization.start.exe>
[Meaning] = The way we use language to convey [FEELINGS];
Poem(){
Words have [Meaning]
Creativity, Force, Power.etc;}

If(Poem() != [Creative]){
~query~ Is it poetry?}

/* There is no point in writing what is already written */

Expression(){
It's not what we want to say that matters because the FEELINGS we experience in our lives have been felt before. It's trying to express those feelings, and share them with others in a new way.

Expression(Poem([Meaning]));
<Initialization.end.exe>

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