Nonsense dispenses from my pen
when an uncontrollable urge
merges with a pithy ditty,
or a witty bon mot, hovering
on the brink of discovery,
recovery, or rehabilitation.
Patience, that's the key to be
successful and less full of
abstract or protracted words,
jumbled absurdly, fumbling and
failing to stress the essence
of mercifully terse verse.
From personal impressions and
droll digressions, I spend
sessions turning sly thoughts
which ought to be composed
into wry prose or poem. Hence,
nonsense dispenses from my pen.
Knot deux mini miles removed
their air-upted a Vulcano.
Unrelievable in its bragnitude /
in its Cagneytude, not to be relived.
Scares of fill-ages swiped out
in the onrash of the molten blank-it.
Untolled numb bares of bodice/
the unidentifried, stooped in their treks
and burrowed in early grieves.
( Dispatch from Krakatou, 1883 )
Down instayed of sightways.
Foaling with the wait of a buttering REM:
The high-storey of Saville-ization.
Scrawled on the waltz of arrest wombs.
Or the swinging dares of its stalls.
Lucked tight but for the pries of a dime.
( men's rooms with pay toilets ? )