A confuddling poem I wrote at 5 AM this morning

 

Gear me up
Tear me up

Then say action and play the victim 

Watch your mouth
Mock my mouth 

And I scowl and sneer and break up

Tell me touch
Know I don’t touch

Then laugh and boil with anger

Throw the flame
Hold the flame 

The difference between our characters

Blank is paper
But ink is the remedy 

I use it day by day

He knows my hair
And likes my smile

But heart he’ll never care

She holds my heart
And goes thou art

The world in mountains she knows

I see their faces
Walk their paces

But own happiness is far from home

He landed a backflip
And caught a flipper

But left me here to cry

She makes me smile
And lose my smile

But not in the way you think

Grace abounds
Subjects verbs and nouns

We know none of these, but maybe can sneeze, and knowledge could abound

My farewell
Your story to tell

I may return some soon

Like me a riddle
Play me the fiddle 

But this naught known a tune

By E. E. Huckabee