When Rhyme has passed

 When Rhyme has passed

I think I’ll think outside the bag and write between the verses. I’ll stiff them when they call for sag and act while they rehearses. I know I’ll live outside the land of rules and lengthy speeches. I’ll, finding rhythm, tune my hand when free is what they preaches. I’m anti-poet, since you asked, inside the lines I’ll not. And chances are, when rhyme has passed, my verse they’ll long forgot. ~ Dean Neighbors ~