W-o-r-d-m-a-n

I'm a morning wordman

conjuring the inadequate mumble to my heated dashboard cauldron

words so nimble and words so quick

words that pierce like a cactus prick

my words could be the drummer in

your band

my words of an artists brushstroke

painter of pretty pastel

proud parades

(you see)

humble pies feed the sheep's eyes

and I prefer to starve

upon a well-lit battle field

by words strung along hanging prayers

my cloaked satirical spat

savory squelching

never cared to be a man's man

dressed hairy and burly baritone crumble

musky hazed motor oiled filthy fated

foghorn

promiscuous paul poignant and tall

(instead)

pansies for periac

plush hibiscus petals preferred

jasmine joys

and silky woven ploys

and the cascaded waterfall words instead of dirty herds

I'm a morning wordman

not to be confused with a herded man

(sheep)

Reviews

[Seriana]

Hehe, this was...cute. But not really "cute", I just can't think of the proper term. I loved this:

(instead)
pansies for periac
plush hibiscus petals preferred
jasmine joys
and silky woven ploys
and the cascaded waterfall words instead of dirty herds

I have this very bizarre image of Periac in a tutu dancing through the flower garden. :) I love the ramble-run-on nature of this. It leaves me out of breath. You did it once again, my friend. Thanks for sharing!

[Chelsea Yates]

Wordsman indeed with grandly woven syllables rolled off the tongue like some exquisite substance... toying with phrases with such loping grace and nimble preferences, loved the vivid yet compelling flow of this piece, well penned indeed :)

[VelvetRosetta]

Very unique writing here, i love how you did this piece. Your imagination is incredible!!