This is a
bad poem. A poem
that gives no fucks about grammer,
does not care about spellchek, refuses to
follow a n y rule, not even the 10 line requirement.
Shallow as the
Los Angeles River,
that doesn’t even have water.
A good poem has metaphors, a theme, perhaps. With proper line breaks and beautiful imagery.
This is not such a poem.
Soul on Fire 