Informal (Poetry)

For Stephen King

Some poems tend to turn up kind of casual
with no use for a smart cut suit or tie
and no attempt at being intellectual
pretension all too often hides a lie.

Lounging comfy in just jeans and t-shirt
with a bold slogan plain across the chest
when the occasion is so very simple
what is the point arriving over-dressed?

The best words fit the spaces on the paper
they fall in order — hardly need much care
hang unselfconscious — altogether natural
as easy as old clothes we wash and wear.