What is this poetry, this putting
Together and pulling apart of words
This bathing in a lexicon
That cleanses and breaks apart
Only to reform in myriad patterns
Of sound and sight

Luckily for all it's a solitary
Way of filling in the time
And watching the meanings dance
A merry jig or jug or tug
At the ill defined seconds
Tripping the light fandango

Then it's up to someone else
An editor who has to pay
The bills and guess the market
And the words dance on into
The mists and the space
Launched off into nowhere