poetry on the run

some of these
are done.
some are undone.
some are
in the oven
baking, some
are burned
from being in too
long. others will
never see the light
of day,
some rhyme,
some don't.
a cliche or two
or three may
be seasoned in
at times. i know.
misspellings abound,
wrong word choices.
bad metaphors
spring up like weeds.
repetition,
yes, repetition
too.
but choose to read,
or don't read. i write
not for you, but
for me.