Lack vision of Janus, my grace chained in stasis.
Frayed mental arrangement delays application
Of salient statement or able oration.
Enabling your patience till failure is sated
Essays concentration that makes brain ablated.
My ailing is daily, I'm anxiously feigning
A prayer to shape purpose, have hatred be training.
I never adapted to chatting nor acted
Like patterned politeness had value attracted.
Thus, practicing having a pal for some banter--
A gal for some candor--had no chance to matter.
The malady fashioned from fantasy: rabble
Attack me with ample amounts of their babble.
My aptitude, sadly, has natural slanting
Toward smashing the affable plan--sans recanting.
This brutal renewal of feud spawned accrual,
A ruinous rue much too huge, its removal
From fool so imbued with a hubris so looming
Is due to be doomed by a slew of assuming.
The rule in my heart is a looping exclusion,
Delusional deluge diluting effusion
From muses who move me to human communion.
My view keeps eschewing the ruse of all union.
How do you come up with these rhymes? :-)
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorites of yours, I think! My mental arrangement feels frayed these days...
ReplyDelete"Thus, practicing having a pal for some banter--
ReplyDeleteA gal for some candor--had no chance to matter."
this is quite perfect. the whole piece is like tumbling drums.
quite impressive lines.
ReplyDeletequite impressive lines.
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly rhymed. Absolutely loved it. :)
ReplyDeleteThe fast-paced flow of this poem, aided by an effective rhyme scheme, takes the reader into a manic state. Its staccato rhythm feeds on itself and moves faster line by line.
ReplyDeleteVery nicely put together!