Garbled thoughts
Let me pour forth
my garbled thoughts
cloaked in clever words
scattered cleverly, following
no pattern or coherence.
My ideas squirming
swimming in a sea of words.
But my word, they seem so clever!
They shame the reader
into appreciation
As one outdoes another
in praise of gobbledygook.
I smirk as you analyze
my near schizophrenic verse.
If I spoke like that
in real life
I would be under heavy medication.
Or booed off the poetry stage
where I go to collect my prize
Smug and smilingEgged on by your wild
appreciation.
Preeti Sinha
Sat 20th Sep 2014 13:22
You got that right, Harry! It would seem that way :0 The more incomprehensible, vague, in-the-air words; allusions to something perhaps only the poet can dream up/cook up, almost daring the readers to challenge the utterly chaotic utterings/mutterings. A case of the Emperor's new clothes, perhaps?