The Rule Is This

Photo by Jacob Mejicanos on Unsplash

I am not a rule or a thumb
I am after the math changes
like when he comes and then leaves

on the black pavement, they don’t move –
they are yellow and dead
and glued by storm

without lightning, I cannot burn
without worship, I am empty
words do not matter

but I want them all
the words
the matter
the exalt

If I bleed out – don’t scream at me
for doing it wrong