Once Upon a Poem

I see broken
Phrases like
Popsicle sticks of
Children

Maybe if I see
The format in
Which poets see
Beauty

Then what
We see is
Finally pulling us
Together

I feel so
Accomplished with
My senseless
Placement

To bring
Us all some peace
My suicide is to be
Broadcast

For Real

Melt a mind or two,
It's about time you got the clue.
A facility to understand time,
The duplicity of saturated rhyme.
Consider the accent of the insane,
help out the habit - refrain.
All the dolls in a pretty row,
irony's ebb and flow.
No more room to hesitate,
find ways to palpitate.
Get in bed and sleep,
Jump right to the deep.