Blah-Blah Blather

Excerpt: White lights flicker, like fairies they dance above concrete pavements. Ancient dust swirls, dust motes pirouette amongst the busy, mundane streets.

Blah-Blah Blather

White lights flicker, like fairies

they dance above concrete pavements.

Ancient dust swirls, dust motes

pirouette amongst the busy, 

mundane streets. 

 

Tongue tied,

my heart leaps, 

pounds     and skips    beats. 

 

C**k-eyed, aimlessly I wander on 

paths that lead nowhere, 

but to these dust motes, 

and stunning patterns of light

amongst busy, dull streets, 

built of paved asphalt and concrete. 

And my energy leaks, my essence bleeds, 

a wanderer I am, listless in ventures.

 

I am

tongue-tied,

and so here I sit and write, yearning to express

that which otherwise would be blah-blah blather, 

claptrap, and empty drivel. 

...Yet, I suspect, I've just stumped, muddled you 

even further.

Author's Note

Thank you for taking the time to read my work! I don't know why the word c o c k-eyed is suspected as being inappropriate. In no way was I trying to be vulgar. Ah well.