I tried my hand at one of those e. e. cummings-esque art poems but the
formatting gets all wonky when I try to post it here so I wrote this thing
instead. There are also two lines from a Jack Kerouac haiku in this, to
which I do not claim ownership.

In familiar positions
Once more unbroken
Habit(s t[h]at is tic)king
All that I know to the has-beens
And always will-bees
(why are you staring at me?)
Like the doldrums beat
That (s)mothers and (t)r(ifles)
Me to death
(I'm not a flower)