A Constant Poet Tasting The Void

I expell words
That fill those
Places like birds
Birthed by
This void
We writhe
In & thrive
As syllables
Wriggle themselves
Like worms
Down my hide
I am an
Intangible vapor
Rising in
The moments
That taper
While I strive
To remain wild
Ever the weaver
Of my
Lexicon
So reviled
I the deceiver
In bile am
Soaked
To the bone
So
Hello to ye
I am
Ever the one
Who bestows wit
Where none bleeds
Known keenly as
A Constant Poet
So please
Won't you
Come in &
Flutter yourself
Down
Around my pen
Like bees
Plummeting
To their knees
& Breath
Deeply these
Columns that
Breath sweetly
This breeze
As I sit
Sipping
The sea
Now
Good evening
To thee