I talk to myself

 

I often talk to myself out loud

or silently within the inner sanctum of my mind

These are moments of ripened eloquence

as I adress a fictitious audience

or some individual soul

 

I choose topics at random from what

is foremost in my thoughts 

or secreted in the darkened crevices of my being

 

I pluck words out of the air

catching the flow of the wind

which carries birds to wherever they fly

 

I lecture, argue and lament

often playing the ignored victim of injustice

 

I arrange and re arrange my thoughts on the hoof

unabashed with words of authority and knowledge

 

I plead my case and cajole others

with a vocabulary as rich as an assortment of sweetmeats

These ramblings are to me a literary work

a composition to espouse my case

 

When I draw my latest epic to a close

I experience relief and a satisfaction

as it is therapeutic and rewarding

it helps me to put my person in order

to be heard by talking to myself with no 

listeners or audience at hand