Mythology

I’m trying to tell a story

but the words get in the way.

Indented implies and royal pauses

implicate language’s conspiratorial play

to confuse and obscure the causes,

of rubbish gathered from the day.

I’m going to build a skyscraper

rising unending stacks

tower of babel is a series of floors

swaying paragraphs that crack

as mounting meter of rampart soars

iambic measures we track.

I’m slowly daming this river

whose currents never cease

logic and lyrics vortex pool

divert me from the path of peace

and roping myself with trade and tool

to streams of tales I release.

I’m whipping this beast to tame

unbridled animals rage

lashing scars of meter rest

saddling the wild sage

that keeps the gallops best

on to this domesticated page.