Free Verse

There's a certain type of poem
     That you don't read in high school
           That you don't memorize for sixth grade drama
     That you don't write to impress anyone.

There's a certain type of poem
     That you only write when you feel the urge
            A certain fulness, as if a birdsong
     Presses against your ribcage
And screams to be released.

Even Jeremiah paused his tears
​To talk about the fire in his bones.

Here lies no rhyme, no meter
     Here lies no aesthetic purity
          But here lies passion and blazing words
     That fly like anvil sparks from my lips
And drip like honey from my fingers.