The Crazed Poet Poem by Josh Alfred

An arcane vein flows through my brain
Cajoles names that play a lyrical game.
They decide to entwine or cause a great divide
Between themselves and others that abide.
Making contact or sub-conscious circumspection.
In context or pushing off with a misdirection
Rarely do I move, confidant,
Sometimes I lose my competence
Believing things without evidence
Not knowing what my default setting is.
So, I throw out a plan, and become tentative.
Flipping switches and needing stitches,
Till I find these garbles and they become niches.
A product of chaos whose been permanently laid-off
And I hold back until I get verbally pissed-off.
Triggered when I unleash, a feast of words
Mad like a raving beast, from the evident to the absurd.
Golden are these birds, flying away all disturbed
I come back with an attack so vicious
Or calmly lay low as the voice wishes
Giving in or resisting, its hit or missing,
If you were listening to the wisdom
Of these words kissing
Persisting not to be too tongue twisting
Drifting out of focus, I am an out-of-touch sound
I pull up the clutch and slow my role down
And see what happens when he don't come around.