Required
Oh final stanza
Title yet required
Men of mice
Oh Sancho Panza
O Wilde
Oh Auden juicy bone clock
Oh vagueties of meaning
Speak unto me in visions
of language only i may understand
Feed me grool as spaghetti soup
Until i plead please Sir,
May i have some more
Fulfill my lesser known desires
catch me up in Dante Inferno
back draft
Beat , form , flow , glow
Stroke , poke , needle , prick
Dark , light , day , night
Love , argue , fight , make-up
Hope , faith , belief , positivity
Endless possibilities of kaos
karma reciting mantras
Oh quality
O revelry
What such sweet penalties await
When writting on muffled drum
Sabre rattling one's pen scratching
furrowed brow over tilted monocle
Whilst drenched in pools of
pensive acidic sweat from
over thinking thought
Ever still enveloped and intoxicated
by the poem's pacing through my
mind racing blindly out of control
While all the while i wishing
this was not my chosen hobby
but merely just a past time
That i could leave behind and
would let up and in so doing
free me from this cursid state
of insomniac wordplay paralysis
That blights my night's and
suppresses me from dreaming
Till all that's left is yawning and
a billion plus random word's that
don't make sense to anyone but me
Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2020
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment