Untitled Poem by joshua schwenke

i don't have time
to write small rhymes,
or what ever rolls of the tongue very well,
those are for happy people.
free verse gets my job done,
from odd and displaced,
to loved and attached.
i fake it like it's there,
just have to chose
what mask i want to wear.
similes and metaphors,
foreign words i don't care for,
the strict can cry for them,
i'll just keep writing words...
no not words, these aren't meant to sell.
this is my emergency exit plan.
pinned to a fridge with little cute lines
showing different ways out.
i bet she'll escape with two by her side...
Am i greedy for wanting it to be three.
i can paint love love love on the walls
with help from a boy that never grew
past his disney films and bed spring fears,
spell it out to him, e-v-o-l
let the word sink in with hopes of a ruined future.