Marmalademarmalademarmalade

I frustrating evening leads to a frustrated hereafter?

Obscurities and insecurities,

rhyming nonsensical sensations

with incomplete contemplations

and halfwitted whittlings,

carving away at a caricature

that few could understand,

i.e. apprehend.

On a roll, here we go,

you think it childish the way my 

words have reason as well as

constant consonants conning

your ears as well as your eyes

and giving way to my subtle lies?

deBergerac has naught on I,

let my flowery fountains of 

fame and fortune fondle the few

remaining aesthetic ties between

you and your taste for beauty,

your taste for truth,

your taste for me.

Give in to the cliche kisses

as my fingers type away

and your brain becomes a 

bed of disposable moist towelettes

and a brothel for your brotherly

love behind the banter that

Bruce Banner hides so

willingly behind.

Reviews

[MaliKate]

I'm definitely loving that first stanza. The words flow but at the same time have an edge to them. The word moist really gets me these days after an embarrassing conversation a while back, but I managed to look past that.

I love it, and I'm Googling the names mentioned.

[Temerity]

Hey! I really like this poem a lot; while simplistic, it also has a witty edge and a very good pace. I particularly love the lines

"carving away at a caricature
that few could understand,
i.e. apprehend."

There's some personality in it, almost a quirk. In general I think that this was well-written, and I hope to read more of your work! Keep writing, and best wishes. :)

[John]

Thank you for the review.