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