Once, 
I 
met him 
under a 
vowel filled nighttime 
of ohs, and yous, and ees, and Is. 
Beneath the neon hued Can Club; just us, hands clenched tight 
like crab claws. Mouths apart speaking of nothing, everything. The space between sighlences. 

This is one of the poems I wrote on the Barbican Young Poets Scheme. It’s a Fibonacci sequence poem. In mathematics, the Fibonacci numbers are the numbers in the following integer sequence: 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21. So we ignore the 0 and create a poem based around the rest of the numbers, each number being a syllable. 

See here.