Portland garden

At a Monday night gig with nothing better to do. Electric inspiration from overheard snippets of conversation.......................... meh? It's nonsense really but I find it quite fun. It's still just an experiment with words (see top!). Watcha gonna do, call me a know-nothing bohemian?

Nailbiting querether
Desolate nirvitude
A pillar of poetic isness
In another's backyard.
The tirade has not yet begun.

Alight silvery chasm.
Unfurl the sequined
delights of neverending
fright!
Unloose the loose.
Deprave the rave!
Encounter the mounter.
Fibrillate the CAVE!

1200 Megatonne pixies unleash the
parallel sycophantic vibrations.
We live in the catacombs of
delineated catterwauling phantoms.
Chastise the better ones
Treading the oft beaten ruptures.
It's just a small part of the globe
revolving, effulging - another cigarette.