Theme for Poetry

Fingers like a windstorm
Flog across the surface
Of poetry             at work
Magnifying (to question I guess)
How             and why
Would we ever put a
Comma here             (well
it just felt right) and what
Is the purpose of this line-
Break (I dunno, really)

We try to pull-push
Insides out

Assembling a macabre
Catastrophe of thought
And feeling and soul,
But it’s raw and real to me

I never really was an A student