Elusive pursuit endeavoring to craft a great poem

I confess, no deliberate intent, yet often wonder

what spurs me to nudge, goad, coax, et cetera

despite modesty regarding

ably linkedin words for others to ponder

more often than not experiencing nonresponder.

Without lofty literary ambitions,

more so stream of consciousness abandonment

yours truly rests content

to cobble, gamble, noodle... courtesy

swifty tailored stylishly harried element

mild mannered modest gent

bumbling along boulevard of

broken (po' whet) dreams intent

far less superman than Clark Kent

exercising mental cogs and wheels meant

merely to liberate momentary overconfident

zealous spontaneous inspiration,

albeit ordinarily quiescent

ex post facto concluding

equals time most salient

direct object lesson learned

lame, insipid, feeble resultant

effort generates undercurrent

aghast how rapid (think lightspeed) went.

Yours truly his own worst critic aware

how avast mein kampf replete with bare

inducent to tap into latent fledgling clear

propensity to express creatively, I declare

bonafide potential to join pantheon excelsior

reserved for established authors within their

respective canon, genre, league...,

nonetheless an obvious flair

seemed evident perhaps coalesced

when in utero biological gear

yielded wiggly, ugly, scrawny,

quirky Harris heir

(sole son and second of three offspring)

an older and younger sister,

which introverted brother bullies

did constantly jeer

token scapegoat suffered

one after another kingly leer

pushing psychological state near

precipice off into dock side of moon,

who sought (wharf far art grim reaper) to pier

without naked qualm evincing

one very bony rear

without sympathy merely spells severely

pockmarked psyche therefore

impossible mission to set tattered self esteem

tacked toward in opposite direct where

dark shadow of doubt doth not veer

me into apathetic, horrific, pathetic...

suicidal mental state of yesteryear.