…
go ahead, be a pest.
crack open your pocket, your heart, your chest.
ramble on in perfect rhyme,
or hiccup in perfect iambic time.
they might wince or squint as you show ’em,
but let’s festoon the world with poems.
…
PAD, day 27. Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day!
Whimsygizmo's Blog 
To do is to know
nothing, defining less
blessed are those
who eat the sky
and call it bread
if a picture really painted
a thousand words
why do poems
still find their way
in and out
of our pockets
especially when
we paint the pictures
our souls and spirits take
with curtsy rhyme
bowing meter
or simply the breathless bits
we spit when the coffee kicks in …
I love this one too. Especially the invitation in the opening line.