Not all poems have to be deep

Like a small puddle, reveal your feet, jump in.

Some are short and sweet

With words that bond strong like iron.

Or so funny you'll slap your knee

But don't hurt yourself, silly

Four those scars may heal.

Heart mind body and sole

Hurt my body in solitude

Not making any sense, like shoes without feet.

Like poems that stop rhyming,

O' the irony. O' the humanity

Making a couple of dollars cup of cents.

Begging like a homeless man

To be heard to be read.

Not. Yet. Whole.

Incomplete.

All poems deep.