The good folks at
Pangyrus just published my poem, "Dear Rhiannon." It's part apology, part epistle; part outrageous lie, part true story; part wild imagination, part awful reality. Pangyrus includes a handy compositional note with most of their poems;
check out mine if you want to try to sort out which part is which, or if you just want to peer into the writing process.
All those parts and pieces aside, the poem's all dancing, all music, all the time.