Short Incoherently Poems
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Wifey's been in an attack mode recently
After an hour of tongue-lashing, ask for leniency
Out of control
Shattered my soul
Cower in a corner, muttering incoherently
Wifey's been in an attack mode recently
After an hour of tongue-lashing, I ask for leniency
Out of control
Shattered my soul
Cower in a corner, muttering incoherently
Must keep writing, got much to relive
It's easy just to say, “got no more to give!”
As long as I'm sniffing
Love's aroma I'm wishing
If I ramble on incoherently, please do forgive
Must keep writing, got lots to relive
It's so easy to just say, “got no more to give!”
As long as I'm still sniffing
Love's aroma I'm still wishing
If I ramble on incoherently, please do forgive
© Jack Ellison 2015
bottleneck
gridlock
no go
five miles to the rest stops
tense grumbling
vultures are gathering
there are people out of their cars
screaming incoherently
like zombies
inside an in-car video game
avatars turn helplessly
in small jerky circles
Let's play a game of telephone...
crepitant tongues converse
overly dramatic tendencies
incoherently concrete
awakening preoccupation
a train flying off the tracks
chaotic clumps crust up
dissonance distended
indecorous reception
viral instigator
I dont want to sift
sterilize rhetoric
abrasive to the ear.
A game of telephone...let's play.
Hate hangs from me like a disintegrating cloak
It’s sickly oil tendrils trailing from me
It never gives passes
Eloquent in its misuse
Scratching its way through the sheerness. of the
slivers
Feeling so black that blue isn’t quite enough
Love drapes from me like a sculpted marble toga
It’s twirling twines exploding into fluff
It lives in the past and futures
Incoherently overused
It coddles in lessening touches of soft
Feeling the light before it lands
A man jumped on the subway tracks,
Delaying every train.
He paced and shouted; people asked him
What he hoped to gain.
He ranted incoherently
Yet strangers offered aid,
Despite the fact that they’d be late
For plans they might have made.
As minutes passed, nobody
Could convince him he should stop,
But he climbed up at last
Where he was handcuffed by a cop.
Reporters called the man “unhinged,”
As good a word as any,
For lately, that description
Might apply to far too many.