The instinctive spirit often goes unrecognized

The instinctive spirit often goes unrecognized

much like a chatter-box child who runs and weaves

at the feet of giants and whose blabbering gains no entry

into the seriousness of serious-talkers’ talk,

a highly evolved, systematic exchange of speech which allows no outside interruption

(the dynamic is similar to that of monkey-in-the-middle)

these giants establish their supremacy and perpetuate their existence by using verbal schemes.

dialogue is tossed back and forth and all around as if it were a hot potato

morphing and spinning off words and stringing them all together into endless webs of banter

between giants so preoccupied even a bean stalk wouldn’t break their conversation

or the incessant run-on sentences that hog up all of the air,

leave your brain feeling feverish and stale from oxygen deprivation

and you’re left drooling at the mouth, suffering the irrevocable panting

writhing against the quiver in your jaw that protrudes you incisors

until you wail and howl and flutter out of your skin.

Reviews

[Jaco (Jaik Miller)]

f**k yeah man i really like this. Maybe its cuz i know you but i can see "josh" in it. I liked the monkey in the middle line. adds some humor to the crazy. very fun to read.

[Coyote Poetry]

Create many wild visions with this poem. The instinctive spirit can lead you in good or a bad direction. Your strong description made me desire to grasp each statement and try to understand them. I did like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote