'Air Poet' by Walter Idema
I am an air poet, And won't tell you of my hustle and grind; I fill the silent vacuum, And witness the boxed in mime.
I am an origami meme, With a word to paint your mind; Cashing in these thoughts for change, And finish with a rhyme.
I have suggested inspiration, But can't tell you how to feel; We're starving and we're multiplying, Because this just can't be real.
I am an air poet, And the Earth is my guitar; Like swirling dust that's marking space, Reflections of a star.