Unplanned Poetry
This poem was conceived unexpectedly.
The spark of an idea forming thoughts
Forming phrases before I knew what had hit me.
Now they say it must be seen through to the end.
Even though
I already wrote some fairly shitty poetry
And forcing me to write more verses
under duress
Will harm me and all of my previous poems.
Even though
This verse was forced upon me
Really fucking violently.
And it tortures me to even contemplate it
Let alone try to nurture it.
Even though
Ths vrse hd no chnc f srvivng bng wrttn.
nd thretnd to tke me dwn wth it.
Even though
This verse got stuck in the wrong place
And if I try to finish writing it I will die.
(They said perhaps it could be an exception
But they weren’t sure and they had to go and check
And in the meantime
I was
bleeding
inte
rna
ll
y
.
)
All your ideas are precious they said.
All poetry is beautiful.