Write me a poem that doesn’t rhyme
and fits no identifiable form

tell the verses to simply glide
off your tongue
and onto the paper
the crumpled tissue in your coat pocket
or the hands you raise in prayer, work too
not the palms though, the back
of your hand
follow the protruding veins
they all lead back to the heart

But I also want you to falter
at every syllable, at every word
and pretentiously ponder
over hidden meanings and
unintended revelations
a healthy dose of conceit
I assure you, won’t hurt anyone

Let the rancour spread through your organs
and traverse your every nerve
as you write and write
and abandon all wanton play in place
the world that revolves around you will wait
time won’t be lost in
your shallow pursuits
believe, and you will find it
then claim it back with only a petty reassurance
while you spin these words into
intricate tales of falsehood

only, I entreat you, be careful
for when anger swirls and threateningly rises
the bile is bitterness in your heart spewed,
and my grave freshly dug beside you.