Poetry in Motion

Automatic Writing For The People

It’s a poem

If it says it’s a poem

And don’t you fucking

Forget it.

It’s a poem

If it wants to be a poem

It doesn’t matter if you want

To let it.

The rhyme will come

Where the rhyme will come

And the rhythm

Follows after.

The beat will fall

Where it needs to fall

And the breaks come

Where they have to.

You will write

What you have to write

And the devil

Take the hindmost.

For he finds work

For these idle hands

And helps them spin

The finemost.