Naked Lightning

There's no such thing as a bad poem. Most poems written are light's dirty laundry. Your emotions taking off their clothes.
  And then, after 364.242199 poems hitting the floor, something Within you hits the high beams & writes Bright enough to run
Emily Dickinson off the Road!
   That's a Poet's & a Calendar's "New Year's Eve"
  I collect those.
Naked Lightning.