License

Words, tweeting little

Widgets of absurdity

Wrestling my mind

Even in serendipity

Dispel the Night

Because the moon

Be too Bright? 

Professor's prancing

Unfulfilled dreams

Or parlor schemes

Brought with 

Brief Snickers

Out into Night's Light

Unhand my interpretative

collage of fanciful expression

That in short confession

Gives the impression

Of rudimentary dressage

in timely procession

Toward a future that

Had no Present or past

Palabras Parroted

Or Garroted

Fizzle, Fume

And quietly resume

in quiescence that

Well, Frank says won't last

Bombastic it seems

These library dreams

Feasting on themes

That begin at the end

and resolve in the middle