JAGnięcy szept / AGNus whispers

Gaudy pundits Are what I’m drowning in Showing off their savvy Lacking acumen Inanity Inner corporate bedlam Clamouring for attention Cacophony of vain Pure pretence And appearances of aptitude ...

Stripping to t/ kernel Of my cranium Dibbling for elation I planted pure Weed of mundane Devoir Need to prune it Get rid to the root Bloom photo base: J. Bednarski

Name me Call me names That hurry up Cadences, not words Face me as I am I am what I am Now – not then Here – and everywhere Observe my My what? Will I cease to happen If you can’t name me? … Or will you…?