Poem, USA

(poems go here) But that's the thing. One cannot say. Poems go where they want to. I took the highway to Poem, USA. I was going to the Rhyme part of town. But I must have taken a wrong turn. Because I ended up in downtown Prose. It was smaller than I expected. Messier than I expected. And less people than I expected. So Poems go here,huh? Well, who's to say? Certainly, not you And I thought it was me. But apparently I lose the way and find myself in a place I didn't know I wanted to be. But, this is my creation. I built it from the ground up so that I may be released when it was over. For a little privacy, for a little floor, for a little space to call my own. I took a day trip up to Haiku On the other side of town. Just to look, not to build And there I found that I wouldn't quite mind if I stayed for a while to slow things down and just watch. So, Poems go here, I thought, Sometimes. (poems go here) (poems go there) Poems shouldn't be told. But who am I to tell you. Maybe, you'll have more luck using a GPS.