You have chosen your words
But what do they mean?
You have chosen your line distribution
Are they more plain to be seen?
You have a subject in-there somewhere
Hidden outta sight for others to find
The words are well chosen
But lack communication of any kind
Shall I marvel at your choice of words
When the meaning is absurd?
Or is there no meaning at all
In the juggling of each word?
What do you hear – what do you say
What is it conveying as I slowly depart
Is this obscurity – enigmatically –
Some kind of art?
Are you influencing me – unconsciously?
What am I getting at – in what I have to say?
When I’m trying to sort you out
Am I too – losing my verbal way?
Inaccessible to the average mind
Get on track – Hey Jude or Get Back
Your audience can’t get your drift
Readers are baffled,
– ask them –
just to check
Disjointed thoughts you make,
Poetic words of different strengths
No narrative or explanation or point
Just poetry-words of differing lengths
Clever word exposures
or authorship of posers?
Make sore heads – that make exclamations:
‘What’s this about?’
‘They’re writing poems –
but leaving us out’.
Well it seems to me
Words have their own life
But let’s not pretend
When strung together
in this manner or that
They are a secret society
Of the initiated
While we all –
are left out of sight.