Primordial Soup of the Day

"Primordial Soup of the Day"


Im chalant although inquiring mimes want to show
The life and times of Pontifaux.
I strike a balance,
Or was it balance on strike.
Seen enough mourning, just tell me what dawn's like.

Equal parts critic-idealist
Mimic and realist
Round off my age just to know what a wheel is.
The shyest of shysters
"Do you want your pie sliced sir?"
A guy but no geyser
The wry of the wiser
Shaped in dents, my sapience
And my Wisdom tooth,
Incisor.

I binge...and purge...
Binge and purge and binge and purge.
Cringe and merge the fringe and verge.
Atoms with Eve's drop, datum's deseased crop
Madam will you please stop...
Im half way through a palindrome
With half a talon shown
Gripping gripes of the most massive of talent tomes.

Got tickets in the brain's balcony
Through a small wicket in sane alchemy.
The lights dim
The night's whim
My first concertain.
As always...in all plays,
The beginning is curtains.