Drunk

wild thought,
the random strafing of planned ambition mismanaged
to the tune of green bottles arranged in pairs.

Teeth poised
to bite down on each word that passes the tongue
in the lines of a long poem nearing its end

the twist of language in a villanelle exposed
to the sonnet's volte-face in the final sestet,
catcalls.

Knotweed,
hollow stemmed fallopian chokes the root,
in perverse and obstinate denial of heritage

borders
in repeated sets, topographically nodal
like the stammering yammering nonsense

poets like to present as their version of science,
whilst denying Darwin and Creationists both
at once.

what drunken banter!
it made me feel drunk whilst reading it

i like denying Darwin and Creationists both
at once...they were stammering and yammering nonsense as well!

cheers

Poets drunk, drunk with poetry. I love that idea!

the twist of language in a villanelle exposed
to the sonnet's volte-face in the final sestet,
catcalls.
The catcalls of the sonnet, to the exposed villanelle. Poems mimicking poets. That made me laugh.

Wild language throughout this poem. Enjoyed reading.

Very good Mike!

I like the use of the two syllable line in all the stanzas and the way it's at the end of the stanza with 'the twist of language'  .  There is often much wisdom in merry (rather than drunken) ramblings!

That said, to be honest I'd like to see a few less stresses in the final line of each stanza.   They seem to go on a bit too long for me.

eg

wild thought,
the random strafing of planned ambition mismanaged
to the tune of paired up green bottles.

teeth poised .....
at the end of a long poem.

Probably just a taste thing.