Why I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Hmm, perhaps titled,

aye poem already didst aired

though revisiting said theme

downplayed as thoughts blare

though similar con tent

invariably communicated

sans, trademark

pi Seine fishtail career

as applies to other questions,
 

this chap asks himself,

an immense task I dare

unleash unbounded

kickstarting euphoria

within psychic calm'n weal
 

with a healthy

dose of logorrhea

scowl unintentionally reader

mine re: noun

verbosity doth ensnare

though oft times

obfuscation veils merely

a black hole sun

(son) prominence

asthma faux

eminence amber gris

long ago didst flare

aware if chance encounter
 

in a dark alley

coal less sing

burning eyes

fiercely glare

yet, an explanation

would be proffered to hear

this penchant

spurring confabulation

explaining (feebly) zest

yours truly experiences

expatiating

honest to dog ness

figuratively go win west

word ho seeking

me own

mother lode acquired,

via verse a tile

materiel undergoing

electric kool aid acid test

incorporating rigorous (mortise

and tenon constructed)

adverbial quest

which wondrous, whirled,

and webbed woven

semi colon aided nest

reinforced with double entendre

tongue in cheek jest,

whereby multiple interpretations

(ala mode literary

splotchy Rorschach test)
 

tenants in common beau geste

ma own home spun faux

cambridge analytica

gimcrackery defaced book best

bite, with absolute zero

data snatched

aye evasively attest!