THE LUNATICS HAVE TAKEN OVER THE ASYLUM

it’s a flashy word, coruscate

misused and abused

like so many verbs

and often unused

like punctuation

and funny how these days

nothing combines

(no thing – get it?)

but everything melds

and why frown

upon a simple noun

(did I force that rhyme?)

snow

isn’t snow any more

it’s a dream permutation

mass white coagulated

white coagulated mass

coagulated mass white

whichever way you look at it

it is still snow

You look at it whichever way

Snow it still is

Is it?

Still snow?

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Confusing - not half!

and how ubiquitous,

indeed iniquitous

is introspective angst

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and esoteric metaphors

and what’s the bloody swearing for?

it’s even more…

cliché, I’d say

as love and above

or moon

and spoon

And as the fantastic syntactic

Analytic, yet cryptic

Blogger takes the prize

I close my eyes

And wander lonely as a cloud