Shirring Quirks
Shirring quirks
There is a hollow in my complex poet’s soul
ambivalence and contradictions a vagary maybe
a vagrant’s search for meaning roots expression
a void and a fill just the same a need to be heard
Stream of consciousness at best with sudden
abrupt twists and turns between flexible moldings
derived from schema files impressions of context origin
contingency and sometimes seeming incoherence
Incontinence it may appear and yet a gathering
when fragmentation on the fabric of my tapestry
feeds an inner need to reveal all clarity and still
remains in mystery of mellow capricious constancy
Is it weird and odd idiosyncratic in peculiar eccentricity
does it disguise more than it reveals am I too secretive
or shy when I play with words ad infinitum and on that
matter is it not absurd when scribbles are fixed in verse
Is it strength conferred or foible fancy sneaky meaning
when the open book that I am remains closed in view
of polar opposites becomes a gathering in the theatre
of mind with a puzzled audience on ranks and sidelines
My twirling on this planet used to be clear and absolute
with no conscious orbits left infallible of strong delusion
I am now free to dither to have more question than there
are answers and need to understand myself before such
Quirk dissolves and exclusivity becomes open inclusion
No bestsellers yet or never but at the moment I cannot
sell my soul to the highest bidder and remain just there
in tender reconciliation in what in where and when today
03rd February 2018
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2018
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