7200
Rear lee
if ever suffices
as an apt poetic title
amidst bookish
canon - while
this writer
(similar to
otherspire ants
in their respective
creative pursuits)
aware arbitrary
perusers may
deem vile
core body of
voluntary
selective readers
mentally affix
probationary trial
before
unequivocally
gravitating
toward
my genre
or signature style,
which
unique
modality
of expression
eventually
accruing
some degree
of popularity
affecting
unseen frown
or smile
nonetheless,
accepting,
enjoying,
and tolerating
how I play
fully rile
aware that
anonymous
reader's
patience
can wear thin
relegating mine
worded
persona on
par with
a reptile
unknowingly
breaking
fragile bond,
hence she/he
might not
reconcile
without
awareness
a valuable
kinship,
dismiss me
as puerile,
thus forsaking
tenuous link, one
that may
never bare
tangible
fruition,
yet all along
self scrutiny
occurs to refine
thy cerebral
thought
provoking
profile
also
intimating
months
gone by bias
arises
toward my
figurative
handily
prehensile
expansive
vocabulary, could
(and/or does)
rank as a pile
of unpleasant
gluteus
maximus
sphincter
muscle missile
imposing
effort to tone
down exuberant,
flamboyant,
and gallant
mercantile
flashing
blindingly
exasperatingly,
and inflamingly
nauseating
vocabulary,
not
deliberately
juvenile
but this
luxe lavish
embellishment
a labor of
(lost) love
with English
Language
(inherent since...
in utero),
thus...infantile
asper taking
shape without
conscious
deliberation,
though imbecile
appellation
possibly affixed
as lasting
impression,
perhaps
even
engendering
hostile,
whereat
no effort
to exhort
unconditional
acceptance of
me guile
will transpire,
cuz this chap
recognizes how
tenuously fragile,
the online choice t
o remain a steadfast
virtual friendship
quintessentially fissile
oft times
casting the
notion how facile
mine
arrangement
springs from one
core textured
intellectual domicile
that houses
persona of
one docile
amphibious
descendent,
whose forebear,
yes twas
a crocodile!
