Without Labels

The fluorescent bulb flickers
Minds strain to start their gears
A poem is a masculine thing
And labels make it so
Fire may pump though its lines
Words may pound its heartly pyre
Passion can heighten its desire
But a poem is masculine
Without labels it would not be so
Phrases cannot be bound
By organization or reason
A label burdens it down
Because a poem is a masculine thing
And cannot live without a cage