Nerd’s Gibberish

Taken by me, this evening scene

Creating, Oof, creating thus afar,

A teetering word after another,

A venture both racking and wrenching

With a will now faltering and now nudging—

Who are you? Yes, who am I?

An inspiration, a touch of feeling,

A tender spontaneous smile,

Improvised movements by my side—

Should I need them? The distance I have

And so the space… The will to roll on,

To be enlivened.

Oh, lassitude, the creeping devil!

Oh, beguiling conceit known as

As thou art ‘the devil’,

The dark veil stifling the light,

The innocent feelings,

The free flow of creativity.

Deflated pride like a limp balloon,

Inflated will like spring verdure

I would venture on ever…

Nay, I need a nerd’s gibberish—

Rhetoric to highfalutin bereft of truthfulness

But as they are, pale yet resplendent to a small mind.

I can roll it on and on…

I can trust it,

The intuition as speckles as the azure sky

Or the diamonds-studded turquoise canopy.

That matters only.

Nay, I need your gibberish.

Nay, arts for fame, wealth and to be doffed at,

Nay casuistry can take thee afar

But there, self-hypnotized—

Ha, ha, the worst form of lunacy.

But I need an inspiration second by second

I need thy warmth,

The crystal clear intuition
Or the basic disposition.