Words

How dare you
Classify
Your arrangement of words as
Prose
or
Poetry;

Do you truly understand
What it means to make art
From language ?

Does studying the works of
Others make you
Any more experienced a writer
Or is

Writing, endless writing in hopes
Of increasingly better product,
The ultimate goal?

Ribbons

The smooth texture,
Silk, shine, white
Pure–

Her bookmark,
Her resting time;
The irony of it all.

I don’t even
Comprehend the
complexity Of these characters

Their thoughts and beliefs so
Corrupt but understandable but
Terrible.