Polemic
swivels, shifts and skirts
Ridges
of blaspheme, course roots of dearth
Blending
to a curse
Asphyxiation
Breaths
captured in the plastic interlude
There
comes a chapter
Some
moment upon page
Random
by designation
Various
in degree
You’ll
feel the exchange is never-ending
You’ll
floss the fabric aside
Worn
thin and ragged
Ennui
plots of time
Stagnation
echoes
Noshing
daily
Beneath
the cord
Perpendicular;
strange
Tines
protrude
oh you got no idea how much i can feel this...Breaths captured in the plastic interlude...great!
ReplyDeleteStagnation does arise from time to time, but I guess I have a way of beating it back with rhyme. Even though sometimes my rut runs deep and out of it I should prob creep, yet sometimes when I do, there are some scary sights between me and you..haha...so I go back in and cover my rut or bush number three with tin.
ReplyDeleteClaudia, Glad the piece resonates with you. Thanks,am pleased you enjoyed it:)
ReplyDeletePat- yes rhyme definitely can deter the staleness, that's for sure, especially when it's a cat that rhymes- How could you get bored:) LOL some scary stuff in those ruts indeed.