Wordless

Quaint juxtaposition sentient to my being
Excruciating effort put forth
By a mind groping for words, strings of letters
To form phrases at correct phases

Discombobulation in triumph
Like fluid flushed down the drain
It escapes the essence in its senseless séance
To connect the un-alive with the undead

Quagmire of loathing at best
Pretense hidden beneath/between the words
Rich colors blurred to a grey
Bloodshot eyes shut to my face.