Poetic Percussion!

My Poetry never gushes out
Into the open.
It hides within the casket
Of Salted Sonnets
Spruced up, Savourless.
I prod it not
Lest it sink in deeper.
Nor do I coax it out
In fear.
Oh!
Repetitive Repulsion
Of a Repugnant Repartee,
I do not want to provoke
The words,
Lest they decide to clamour away
Raising the bells,
And forcing out
The air along the windpipe.
Ouch!
Choked Chortles
Of a Chandelier Chimera,
Snuggles into the cocoon
Of Aphrodite desires.
And,
In the dearth of poetry,
I try to find words
To drape into a veil
Of Priceless Pronouncements
Of a Peripatetic Psyche.
Ah!
Poetic Percussion!