Hot Air

A very firm intention

To tell it as it is

Has the audience attention

On its toes and all afizz,

Though channelled to the circumspect,

With a patterned thought awry...

It chaotically cascades

Across the prism of the eye.

 

It chaotically discharges

In a scattergun array

Of verbal innuendoes

Through a thin, saliva spray,

And all the passion spent in telling,

All the effort of the tale,

Sends a barrage of confusion

To occipital portrayal.

 

Where the tiny bones of balance

All atremble with the sound

Have discharged interpretation

Through a penny to a pound.

There’s a lost extrapolation,

There’s a blank look on the face

Where the balance of exchange

Has frittered nimbly from this place.

 

A calmness in both parties

As a sad pretence prevails,

Where communication nexus

Is ignored to save the whales.

 

Marshalg

Incommunicado

30 May 2012