This Is Not Just Poetry

this is SMS poetry-
dollops of syrupy sweet sticky goo
that fill the page
with sickly- contains no sugar-
is hard to stomach- do not eat- food
occasionally appearing in strict wordiness
sought by dieters of all persuasions
a la Jane Austen
leavened with irony and conceit
around a circle of gluttony-
eat-oh eat while you can
for soon a diet of pulp fiction will
close your eyes and sound will be
your only medium
no use rapping on the table
spirits will not rise
explosions of words cannot escape-
rewind-rewind quickly
don’t stop the tape-play again-
for this is not just poetry-
just poetry-poetry.