In the Jaws of the Cryptic

The troll stood leering
As his riddles
Swam disconnected
In my head
I was at a loss for an answer
Not because it was clever but because it was spoken in an incomprehensible tongue…
I tried my best decipher
But was stunted in my ability
Confined to the narrow window
Of formulaic comprehension.
And readying for the feast that would ensue
The troll’s devouring competing with the gnawing of my ineptitude.



tainted thine typed out tryings
verbage together litter a page
what more is there but lesser whats
riffled through and written out

as rejected
over confidence over
rhythm somewhere lost
devices to lie have proven true in their bitter lies
meaning yet means to change
to whatever it meant to matter