You write for me poems with meaning
Words I understand,
Images I see
There is never any doubt
Your intention precise.
I could write in abstract images,
Use squwibbles and squswarkles
Dooseys and dontsys
Affront your inner cortextual interface
With a conglomeration of random
Obscure and esoteric
Pseudo intellectual configurations
Leaving you gasping as my verbal diarrhoea
Splashes and massages
Your equally theoretically
Attuned cerebral intellect.
But to do that, to accost you in that way
Would not be me,
My words invite you on my journey
To explore my world
Take in the nuances that make me, me.
I like the words I write
I wouldn’t put them out there
If they confused or troubled me
They are simply, the simple words
Of a simple man.