It started with a kiss by hot Chocolate.

An obscure title for a surreal write!

Grab a noun they said,

but alas it was too late,

as adjectives, verbs took

flight to the vocabulary sunset.

Sinking were commas, full stops

falling beyond the horizon,

as was the imagery disappearing.

Hanging from the man

in the moon crescentic, 

were vowels and letters bled.

There was chaos on the English seas,

what started as poetic verse

became a sentence....

starting a story instead.

Oh! Woe is me!

As words in turmoil

subjected to a story 

rears its ugly head.

For what becomes, the poem ,

 is now poetic infamy,

in the tyranny of words,

chosen now, displaced.

A story!