Hide and seek

‘Look at me look at me!

I make sick poetry!

I can leave some space out

For you to

Care about

What I write.

Have some doubt!

Have some questions,

Don’t pout!’

I see you

Only will

Like what you

Can make out

But what good

Does it do?

I can’t whisper,

Can’t shout…

So why you

As a flea

As a word astronaut

Are just fishing

For sense,

Are just hungry

For trout?

What a diligent boy,

Such a greedy

Ol’ scout!

You can pull

What you want,

Take away

All I got,

But find out

I draw lines

You’re not in, so get out.