Fabrics Of My Folklore Poem by John Sensele

In my head pounds a migraine
Urging me to steer away from the disaster
I sow in strains of pain in the brain
I've disoriented, dismantled faster

To prove the groove
In which I dance unveils a winner
In every maudlin move
I engineer when I sneer at dinner

Pushing around associates
Gathered for a meal at the table
Where mad blood dissociates
Faith from fantasy and fable

I recite in the plebiscite
My hedonism adores galore
When I feel it right and tight
To undermine fabrics and fibers of my folklore.