Who writes
Never mind
The answer
Short crisp and
Clear.
I don’t.
Don’t mistake semaphores
SOS
To a blasé universe
Vastly unaware
Of you
Or the consequences
Of existence and
Creation
To be poetry.
Pain laundered
Puzzlements
Pawned off.
To who so ever it may
Concern.
That’s all.
I write these days
To say nothing.
If
The connect happens
Willy nilly
Proving anyone can be
A poet, a tout a thief.
For I steal your time.
To make mine
Live on.
Upon stolen time
I live
Making love
Baking bread
With my very last
Breath.