Frankenstein like mailer daemons dwelt in the subterranean psychic realm
wrought havoc upon the rational landscape helm
at the horrific tragic strewn source of catalepsies
which near mortal blow took place at demesne named Glen Elm.
A violent upheaval along a major fault line shift
caused major emotional tectonic plate
to rent asunder and irrevocable seismic rift
and deliver sanity into Hades gate.
Seismic alteration (albeit metaphoric) sheared apart major tectonic plate
Richter scale needle absorbed mental quake shock
registered brain wave bereft per annihilated state
igneous allusions equate gray matter to liquid rock
existential catastrophe casus belli of such egregious fate
now finds me here experiencing writer’s block
where creative juices cease to create.
The fount and receptacle of inventive wit
gives vent and voice to ply me craft
as I try to capture elusive ideas that awkwardly fit
in some metrical schema from out my literary sword and haft
with at least one eye on prize money
maybe even win title of laureate showing true grin and grit
epitomizing my rather iconic style dapper and daft
trademark genre ranked by other in league with a nitwit
prompting me to ponder another craft
one more apropos and a more comfortable fit.
