"verbalist" poems
From the depths of a covert extrovert
these words shall emerge
On the verge of true sanity
Off the road on the curb
What you assumed was the moon
Is merely the visage of my least eloquent page
Are you dudes on shrooms
Blah blah bang bang
Metaphor simile soliloquy
Five syllable word (insert hyperbole here)
Fanfare confetti amidst swooning lasses
All hail long live the invisible wordsmith
Said the speaker in place of the verbalist
Nestled in the audience grinning
for all who know see the irony
In a man not included in his own inaugural
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
*higher crimes and misdemeanors,
the accusations are long and detailed
just like the poems I write
the sentencing, sneeringly sententious and luridly sensational,
your vocabulary confiscated
and imposed upon you a concision (ouch)
write only poetic-succinctly
when I cried out from the dock,
“innocent!
the words own me, not I them,”
the words, my jurors, snickered,
the fix was in,
and the sentence of hard labor,
a bad rap time indeterminate,
spent in a cruel and unusual
panopticon,
a punishment to fit the crime
no, won’t tell you what it means,
a private verbalist’s hell
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 7:03 AM UTC