I read some poetry
books this summer.
They just wrote sentences
with scattered newlines.
And chance punctuation,
capitalization, and abrupt
Beauty

i could; do that
Too. If spell check
And autocorrect would give me a goddamn break

I want the cover art
Designed by an amateur
Who behaves like a pro
Doing a favor
For a friend

What I really want
Is a friend.
To read; my poems
And understand me completely
And not judge me for
Writing “goddamn”
And praise me for
Not neutering
It to “goddam”
To avoid the sense
Of invocation that I know
Will bother some
Other friends

I trust Jesus
understands
That two
Syllables alluding to his
Three self Judgment
sounded better than “ducking break”
Which I honestly find to be
The cheapest joke on autocorrect

And in the strictest
Sense I
Don’t think God damning a
Piece of glass and metal
And silicon
And flowing electricity
Has a victim

But consider the developer
Who wrote this linter
An extension of
Their labor
Has now garnered
Minutes of my attention
Which will cease
some day
And I’ll be no more
And we share a fate

But this poem?
This poem will last
Slightly longer

And their dictionary
Of suggestion corrections
Longer still.

But only maybe.