Swagger's Silhouette

If rhyme must always bind itself to meter’s regulations,

Then watch with fascination,

As the rhyming forms mutations.

When threads of order rearrange

And mask themselves with colored dye,

Stare with horrid interest as you

Find the addiction that you denied.

Call my ways unorthodox, but I can guarantee,

That you’ll shove your aversion in a box, under lock and key.

So snicker now and then allow

For your airs to manifest.

They’ll asphyxiate and exonerate

Your swagger’s silhouette. 

Reviews

[Layla Anne Massaro]

This one is a brilliant piece. Great vocabulary, the words you used here fit the whole selection.