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!