Elusive Pursuit Endeavoring To Craft a Great Poem

I confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera despite modesty regarding ably linkedin words for others to ponder more often than not experiencing nonresponder. Without lofty literary ambitions, more so stream of consciousness abandonment yours truly rests content to cobble, gamble, noodle... courtesy swifty tailored stylishly harried element mild mannered modest gent bumbling along boulevard of broken (po' whet) dreams intent far less superman than Clark Kent exercising mental cogs and wheels meant merely to liberate momentary overconfident zealous spontaneous inspiration, albeit ordinarily quiescent ex post facto concluding equals time most salient direct object lesson learned lame, insipid, feeble resultant effort generates undercurrent aghast how rapid (think lightspeed) went. Yours truly his own worst critic aware how avast mein kampf replete with bare inducent to tap into latent fledgling clear propensity to express creatively, I declare bonafide potential to join pantheon excelsior reserved for established authors within their respective canon, genre, league..., nonetheless an obvious flair seemed evident perhaps coalesced when in utero biological gear yielded wiggly, ugly, scrawny, quirky Harris heir (sole son and second of three offspring) an older and younger sister, which introverted brother bullies did constantly jeer token scapegoat suffered one after another kingly leer pushing psychological state near precipice off into dock side of moon, who sought (wharf far art grim reaper) to pier without naked qualm evincing one very bony rear without sympathy merely spells severely pockmarked psyche therefore impossible mission to set tattered self esteem tacked toward in opposite direct where dark shadow of doubt doth not veer me into apathetic, horrific, pathetic... suicidal mental state of yesteryear.