Duel for a Title

I can’t write a poem without a title
“untitled” just seems so unfair
perhaps better-
an idea, as of yet unlabeled
or maybe even-
thoughts laid out
in barely a semblance of order

Words tend to overtake me
make me their own
I have no say as they grab me
they spin my thoughts towards oblivion
and twist me into shapes
that only they can recognize

A word smoothie? yes, that’s it!
all ingredients blended with care-
raspberries, low fat yogurt, tofu
bananas and a touch of sin-
amon

Yes, yes! those are all words
they work, but they are not a name
a title for this, this poem, a name
that’s where I was headed

A poem beheaded
by a bladeless guillotine-
There, I challenge you to a duel !
I’ll poke you with my phonic sword-
On guard!
Take the first line, you wordy hellion!
Take that one line
the one at the top, the one
with all the meaning
Just take it!
and I’ll take credit for all the rest
a syllable at a time