Idiom-riddled,
my foundation of communication,
self-expression and release is
a beast portion of a
lyrical jungle.
Vocabulary
unbridled, but styled
in fashion to caption
minute seconds, but
never catching
up to the too fast moving
lips that drop words
in their
supposed-to-be-heard
arrangements, shattering
a logical, reasonable
discourse...
...adrift is my sense in semantics,
linguistic formation...
...hellish loquaciousness
and an elusive grasp on concisely
constructed conversation
is my curse.
If I could just tear it
all apart,
one by one,
phrase to words,
polyphonic to
monophonic,
individuals,
alone,
singular definition,
absolute meaning unquestioned...
...I do desire to.
But as multiplex and complex
as we are by nature,
through multifaceted human behavior
and the many emotions we bear,
simplicity almost seems
illusory.