I Am: A Play On Words

I am a play on words
Iamb, a play on words
No rhyme or reason for rhythm to seize the cadence
Before it fades into background
Cosmic radiation and sonic swoon...

How many angels were pierced by the head of this pen?
Bleeding ink whenever I think to
Articulate, gesticulate at the black sky
A finger pointing at some invisible eye, I...
Captain of a shifting vessel
I'll confess all if you just get me through this storm's eye, I, Captain!

See you next Wednesday... a day late and a dollar short
You rocked the entrance exam, kid, but you failed the final
Examine your soiled soul
You haven't come far from whichever hole
You fell in 30 years ago.

I measure pen to meter the flow of the rolling waves
Of cognition, well positioned
To ride the bumper cars of perception
To be received is to be
To be perceived is to exist
But to persist is to insist that
When you kissed this guy
A frog was born in his throat
Or so I wrote...

Here I am and Here we are
An ever-stretching & widening scar
Is forming down the boulevard 
Between the wheels of every car.

A mobile fissure, connective tissue
Beneath wedge issues and crusted scabs,
Handshakes and stabs
Charitable cash grabs
Circles squared, rays & tangents paired
With interdimensional energetic
Potential kinetic inside and
Inert beside, the flipside
Of a single, because
Extended play
Was not an option.