Sometime the verse leads,
and sometimes it follows.
We do play hide and seek
Some days it floats alight pastels
Others thunders into overcast grays.
Upon horizons I peer beyond it
Then within retrospect I seer within.
Sometimes we merge in reflective silence
Awaiting cerebral inspired movements
That sometimes get constipation
Then flows freely, where one tries to keep up.
The middle of the night quill
Awakes one to write real quick
Or go to the bathroom quicker
Remembering that thoughts,
Can be put to toilet paper.
This addiction of this love cohesion
That bonds the cerebral Uni-Verse mind within,
To the celestial universe poetic winds outside,
Where the microscopic introspection
Mind melts on telescopic optic detection,
Wherein verbal precise imagery in focused lines
Sails alive wordsmith’s precision elocution,
Where words precise incision diction
Weaves the verse that leads and lags,
Intertwining poets upon their woven words.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 03/28/12 ©