"Alphabet
Soup"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
02/26/08 6:11 a.m. pst
Any time the words spill out with passion
By and by this relegates the fashion
Crowded thoughts and bouncy bursting bubbles
Down and dirty diagrams relating troubles
Every time
the words seep out with caution
Forgetting past ebullient strains I've chosen
Golden sunsets sink fast in the distance
Heralding a quick rich thick insistence
I have written
reams of purposed verse
Joking with the gods I don't do worse
Kinetic karma shrouds the time with doubt
Leaving open windows, hear the shout
Many times
the words are in the way
Nothing can reveal ideas with perfect pain in play
Over-reaching these receding years
Partial pulchritude will shine on through the tears
Queer that
solace rests between the words
Rational relaxing spaces creep onwards
Style, objective, dictionarial decrees
The need for expression has me on my knees
Underneath
a flurried sky composed of dreams
Vibrant meanings can't respond, it sometimes seems
Whys and wherefores scuttle to the ground
Xenophobic fears of all the others so profound
Years collect
like words without a definition
Z'wounds, perhaps spied askance, portend a premonition
Poetry
2008
