a poem with options

some of you may see this like a movie
like pictures and the flicker and the cuts
you've already missed the previews
see exits signs hang in the dark

some others may hear the voice of a story
that old kind that was told aloud
like a teller of tales around the fire
there's the pauses, and the bursts in words
with the sing song , the lulling, the voices
the action, the end

some of you may see this as a shape
a column like a rectange, one side waves
no symetry to the columns, no design
only black and white there's no color
no capitol letters
and did you notice the font

some of you might find this amusing
like the stories babbled on by a toddler
...and then when we got there, there
was this man with a horsey- big as
a elephant and there was an ocean...
wondering where it comes from
you might smile, play along
whimsy's fun

some of you tire of repetition
of a poem that just seems way to long
some of you tire of repetition
of repetiton, repetition, repetiton

some of you feel this as judgement
though i didn't say it, of other poems
of you, other art forms, of myself
as the anger i can't give away
and it's mocking and jeering and its-

some of you try to see meaning
see it here, see it here, now it's here
these words are shards that i find

some of you have given up reading
are somewhere else
as eyes trace a line
did you put out the garbage
tomorrow's tuesday, already

chances are some of you like this
and some don't
chances are some of you'd probably pretend

some hear my voice as they read this
speaking these very lines
even though they may be all alone
hear my slight lisp on all of my s words
for those of you that don't know
it amounts to a very soft s