#2,343 This is my playground

This is my playground
of side-lined thoughts

[& no one else can get
into my cartoon fort] –

Here I cast nothings &
mis-directions out –
In

gossiped kitchens too
many ugly critics spill

their spittle
[their rile
is my ruler to measure

out disgrace] –
Each of
these poems re-strung

together by a hum line
wire
[extending fences

& barriers across auld
boundaries rubbed by

blatherers] –
I haul my
drag lines on common

land on-line –
let them
sniff at my fixing scent

under their feet –
align
that pack in my sights

as I loosen peppering
words
[in blank verse]