Poetically purposeful I aim to be
A poetic philosopher I claim to be

Sincerely significant poetry I promote
objective adjectives are the adrenaline antidote
When my ink runs out, I clear my throat
Begin blissfully to recite like I’m sinking in a boat

Running words together that sound compound
Artificial articulation I’m bound to drown

There’s no supplement for authentic communication
See poetry sometimes is self-talk looking for conversation

A truism is a trite idea or expression
Is rhyming an addiction or only my obsession
I’m only casually consumed with confessions
This has been therapuetic…I’m guessing
For me, for you. too late for questions
I write to recite and to learn a lesson
Exclamation point
I have to end this session