the poetry in the corner

a poem is like a guitar in that every
now an again you pick it up and
play with it,
and sometimes what
happens is magic, and other times
you force notes together,
and nothing sticks
(except with a poem, you have to screw
the paper up and throw it away, or it will
sit on its desk and haunt you afterwards)

poems are written better drunk,
maybe with a fog of cigarette smoke
hanging above the head of the writer
(this poem is written sober,
and without a hint of nicotine)

poems can rhyme
(but not all the time)

like a flurry of feathers on a kitchen-white
road,
(the fingers crossed and bitten)
a
poem can be
anything at all.