What's the Story in my Midnight Jabber?
Colourless green ideas, may sleep furiously
But
what’s the harm, in some blabber?
What’s
the story, in my midnight jabber?
Immense
madness that surrounds each point
A star? A dandruff?
Both, Omnipresent and idle.
Half the mind, I speak my time
out
Out of the good, I feel blue
A sound sleep, is a pity-ful
heap
Scattered, sprinkled,
separated, where do I flow?
Latent. I shall evaporate.
Munching nerves, get on my
sound mind
Punching urge, sudden but
justified
Music to my poems,
To my brain, a parasite
And a cake walk, is’nt simply vanilla
It’s molten dutch truffle,
in your face!
Stay inert or be spell-bound
says the madness within
But peace of mind is a pampered
child
The kind that won’t listen
Meanwhile plans, to personify
Ask for more screen time
Spot me if you can
I am a screaming mime
