Dom Giddy
Non Sense?
Foreword: The aftermath of so much chaotic thinking, who knows? However, I did have these words flying around my head. Not necessarily making any sense.
There's words in my head today
Not making any sense
Not mentally driven by pain
Not seeking recompense
Rushing around chaotic alleys
Criss crossing to and fro
One way street signs turned to dust
A barrel of sense a fiery glow
The phrases lost in hazes
On distant plains horizons
Letters, stanzas, commas
Phoenix too cold for rising
All these words are bouncing
Left and right inside my skull
Sense long gone and left me
Contract of meaning long annulled
But the rhythm of the rhyme
The rhythm and the clicks
Ordering of poetic words
Is how I get my kicks
(©) Dom Giddy 2021