Poetic Meter and Paranoia


Oh but you don’t hear the minor stresses

That squeak within my ear

Awry, these sparks, my mind obsesses

The sounds are never clear


Discordant chords, the warring lords

That shriek and summon me

Crescendos rise like heathen hordes

Devoid of purity


The pitch peeps in and germinates

The eardrum quivers, quakes

A mind of vaginated states

The grayest matter flakes


And fulminates and flagellates

At every itchy noise

That pollinates, contaminates

Depriving me of poise


David Gottfried, Copyright, 1997


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