by Elliott Bell
A giddy, goofy girl gawks and gapes
At glistening glades of garish garlands.
She gladly glides through gratuitous garbage,
The garbled gospel of generosity.
Giggling, she gorges on garnished glamour.
Guileless, she gambles her goodness
– Gone in a glance.
I pity and patronize with pompous perfection
Picking to pieces people’s pontifications
Painfully preaching my pretty pitter-patter
I ponder the peril of my pretensions
Purely prattle, my petty and pale pronouncements
Poorly pardon my petrified personality.
Tiny, terrible tempestuous tears
Tilt through the tumbling thunder
Towards the twisted and twined,
The taut and tangled tethers,
Thwarting the turn towards true.
Turbulent towers of teal and turquoise
Threaten the terrified topmen,
‘Til the tilting, tipping, tossing turbidity
Tears their trawler in twain.
Whether wandering wits weave wonders
While we wrestle and wrangle with words of wisdom,
We will walk the way of why and wherefores
Waxing and waning in wavering worth,
Wearing what our weakness wrought
Whipped by wanton wretched winds