shot off his mouth... (The poem is not about suicide, but verbal abuse.)
dump soap on top of this week's crud,
cram two quarters in the coin slot,
shove it hard. Scalding water spills. (could be metaphor for tears)
Now, if you are still here, let me show you how I set up and punctuated my Metro poem.
Sunbeams bounce of crystal vase,
splay rainbows; around the room
I dance and sway with outstretched arms
and shed a tear of glee.
Single rose with sun-tinged blush,
passion red it glimmers, ablaze with innuendo;
radiant in love, I waltz with yesterday's memory.