compliance

Compliance.

I have mourned loss of words,
forfeit of love for verse,
agony of empty prose;
life in contempt, aimlessly afloat
by the hanging juxtapose
countless years ago.

Resonating desiccated woes
Of once a weaving, writhing accord,
now left disintegrating;
shredded hose, shorn.
Superfluous, an echoed gasp
Of a ricocheted lifetime past.

Yet exercised, there was no loss
As I bonneted billowing sonnets,
adhering acrostic ballads
while tongue tripping free verse
into a traipsing spin
of endless spirals

All meaningless without my heart
Pulsating cadenced rhythm
In connection to metrical thought;
Mimed, tried and taught
severance to judge,
jury for sentences of naught

fragmented, relentlessly fought
even then, agonizingly sought
solace, a balance
stupendously wrought
but still my heart set silent
within the plangent quiet

expression, singled
to black and white,
a contracted narrow sight
no longer extravagant
of minstrel wisps and whips
snapping convulsing excitement.

Rhythm less,
flaccid, slack
vacant and mishap
sodomizing sloughed, fusty swamps
to be absorbed by slagging silence
I mourned only my fulfilled compliance