Umbridging the gap,
and the platitudes of word-******
as well as the Encyclopedic pimps of posh
spiced with lingual ice...
Because I am a simpleton
with a thirst for the Beloved
Her discriptives, meanings,
Am I / I am / scholarly lacking
Juxtaposing my script to refer
to references Grecian or urn, an
enflagrante artisan
spurts with superlatives,
personified iambics of rhetoric, the lines
limned with deep shagrin
because my verbs are linear
even when my chicken scratch
struck midnight a match stick
flame to illuminate
my poetic fluffer's formulae,
schisms from my own mind's magician hat...
Not to be-little or slight those hands walking
that yellow the pages
slothly seeking rote,
for meandering bibliographies,
librarian's histology / fingers for Captain
Cook or Hook / exploration's verbose
exploitation if at most
connecting dots’ treasured maps
purposeful / placement / the imagery
in the textiles
of poetry's destined enlightenments
cloak & dagger or a Throw
a goose-down warmth
of Love / to blanket the night away
just as would a mother's tucking in
from the day's overwhelming
lack of reverances, referenced,
oh how to closely listen / hear
beyond the history
beyond the moments end
comparing and sharing
our joys power of now . . .
keep it simple
because I am a simpleton with a thirst
with a thirst for the Beloved,
the Truth of an endowed Tao /
Promise of Us. . .
(All gaps and platitudes)
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