If Anything Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

it stirs...
not stems....
in defiance...
of necessity.....
or just because...
it is absurd and wonderful..
.and visible.....
accosting...or in retreat...
.fearsome toys....nothing squandered....
refuses to be stifled....and hasn't asked....
a foregone of inconclusivity.....
betcher bottom holler....
so...define it...? why not?
when other avenues and sidestreets
alleys
and cul de sacrificial iambs sit by the abeyance....slappin' their tales in the mountebanks....
some ply their wondrous beauty...and damn well......
.I chomp in awe...I do......