should truth be known I like playing with words

an obscure meaning fills me with delight

push a subject from one sentence to another

hide meanings beneath senseless passages

punctuation serves no useful purpose

where vague innuendos support metaphors

lend credence where none can be expected

I feel great joy using twisted definitions

probably most readily explained with glee

circumspectly circumnavigating reality


An ancient beech reaches upward
with twisted limbs like thin arms
on a beggar silhouettedĀ  across
the golden orb of a harvest moon
reflected in a dark shimmering pool
beneath the roots of this monarch,
silent ruler over this lonely kingdom

—–jerry Marks