grandiloquence

nervous and bashful,
i tend to blather,
i ramble
rambunctiously
with nary a breath,
i do my best to be heard,
it's not affectation
or arrogance
that makes me
bombastically
barrel along,
grandiloquence
my watchword,
filling up the void
with orotundity,
my words
as semaphore,
frantically waving giant flags
from their imagined arms,
but merely
a desire
for commiseration
and community,
likemindedness,
and similar,
and so
my eyes dart
from listener to listener
in a relay race
for recognition
and my mouth
runs
a circumloquacious obstacle course,
and i hope
desperately
that i am not
seen as pompous
but am
accepted
well enough
that i can pause











before
my mouth
runs
away from me
again