Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Persona Non Nada

My person is bare, nothing’s left
Who am I if I am bereft?
In fact, who is "I"?
My self, say “goodbye”
A victim, identity theft

14 comments:

  1. A blank, I'm a cipher, I'm none
    There's nays and there's no's, I'm just -un
    For me it's too late
    to participate
    The baggage I bear weighs a ton

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  2. You're empty, is that what you're saying?
    The game you are tired of playing?
    There's nothing inside
    that you've left to hide
    The horse you rode in on is naying

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  3. Yep, me and my horse are both doomed
    Swept out like the trash with a broom
    I just cannot take it
    I can't even fake it
    Through glitter, I see only gloom

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  4. Your vision by void has been blurred
    It seems you've been shaken, not stirred
    When being rubbed out
    at fate you must shout
    Instead you have coyly demurred

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  5. Demur, you say? I say Demurder!
    You, sir, are a serial worder!
    Your mind is one track!
    Get off of my back!
    Please cease and continue no furder!

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  6. I think that you'll have the last word
    Your points(!)at such volume I've heard
    With writing, so loud
    to you I have bowed
    Too much hearing loss I've incurred

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  7. "Harrumph!!!" isn't exactly a word, is it?

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  8. The man said, as off he galumphed,
    his final word which was "Harrumph"
    I spoke as I spike
    If it you don't like
    than it you can simply larrumph

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  9. Not sure that I get what you're
    saying
    Perhaps it's because you are braying
    These guttural sounds
    won't help to expound
    though might be a form of word playing

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  10. Garrumble lick spittle boing pfow
    Sarruptial gwoing gingy and how
    Bot diddley bop poop
    Cum hitherly droop
    Sanguinely my shoeshine does bow

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  11. With wordings of such an odd choice
    I hear an original voice
    You gasp, spit and sputter
    and mindlessly mutter
    A more incoherent James Joyce

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  12. I think that I shall never see
    a...wait, I'm wrong, pardon me
    That's not James Joyce...er..
    That is Joyce Kilmer
    Some guy who wrote about a tree

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  13. And then there is Joyce Carol Oates
    whose writing oft goes for the throats
    By hook or by crook
    wrote 50 odd books
    enough to fill fictional boats

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