Embarkation upon meditation...

Believe me you upon manifestation

regarding Das godaddy bing linkedin

with avast cosmic consciousness

self induced light hypnotic trance

I become enthralled

unless wife disrupts intent concentration

calling out "Matt...Matt...Matt"

bajillion times Googleplex

(slight hyperbole for literary effect),

subsequently courtesy

disembodied voices

deliver poetic inspiration

without forcefully summoned,

rather gently coax (zeal lust lee)

amidst Smokey and Bandits spiritus mundi

plethora of discordant

indistinct jabbering murmurs

requiring exacting golong strategy

kickstarting coalescence regarding

faintest hint analogously harboring

shipping news a boat

reeling in catch of the day

thus, fingers snakishly

slither skitter, sidle

at greased lightning pace

across Macbook Pro laptop keyboard

feverishly unleashing

unexpected brainstorming tsunami

recalling steely apothegm

strike while the iron iz hot,

thus such epiphany occurred

moments ago - in case

ye heard "Eureka" shouted

loud, free and clear

without moment to lose

yours truly brooked

stream of consciousness

ignoring flash flood warnings

slapped down one after another

figurative pontoon bridge

all the while skirting

eddies, whirlpools, fierce whitecaps

fortunately hauling unexpected

magnificent linkedin kindled

sense and sensibility

yours truly rendered speechless

(most time non verbal when writing),

additionally hodgepodge mashup

offers no rhyme nor reason,

yet burst of pooled

imponderable gushing silent spring

(courtesy ghost of Rachel Carson)

currently did flickr

demanding immediate typing

though poetic license expired

please don't tell commission,

nor chief word den

these unpredictable eruptions

(most likely indistinguishable

turkey in the straw gobbledygook

to the untrained eye),

rather good n plenti

camouflaged indecipherable creativity

(nope, not even practiced experts

keen on esoteric etymological arts)

stymied to understand)

mine swiftly styled harry tailored

gibberish oh baying avant

(to assign long sentence

upon Matthew Scott),

which "FAKE" premature ejaculation

incorporating poppycock mishmash

screened for your viewing discomfort

unbelievably came to this homeless tramp,

while he plodded across no man's land

with hud door hubble mojo risin.