This is not a poem:

What is a poem?

A poem, you tell me,
has form. Has rules.
Has function.

The rules for a poem are that
It’s gotta have a structure,
rhythm, flow
and even have metaphors
embedded in it.

I can’t help but take a look at all the
“poems” I’ve written over
the years and
realize one thing:
they aren’t poems.

I am not a poet.

So what about the words
that are bursting out of my mind
and begging to be jotted
down on some scrap paper?
How can I jot whenever inspiration
strikes, knowing it will never
be seen as I intended?

The one thing I do know is that
these words can not sit in my mind
forever.

They have a short shelf-life.