All I got is words

All I got is words
hear they kick start
Genesis
Create the universe
And concomitant bubbles
I withdrew my dart
To live among the traces
Of these falling stars
An enemy of art
A Withereen
A jibble
All in all a martyr
You may call me Stephen
Shot by golden commas
O I’m good for
Pauses
Sometimes nothing rhymes
dunno what the cause is
Maybe sunshine dampens
All our sass and frazzle
Maybe there’s collisions
Somewhere west of meaning
Hidden by the dirt
Which silts your weary eye
Tearing at your heart
In desultory conflict
Ripping you apart
Visa vie the cornflake
Hammered crystal brown
All I got is words
Everyone a sperm
Impregnate your head
Like a little comet
Lo the birth of death
Who’s signature is on it?

16/02/2020