It's all in the name..

Pointless and aimlessly, the poet takes flight.
Unaware at the moment, of what he will write.
The precursor begins the flow, the go, the I know that I want to write, yet don't know, what avenue of creation to take.
Slowly, and surely as the creek will rise, creative juices aplenty, his art takes form as ink meets with paper, and with a little help from a friend, the words woven intricate,  lay out a form unknown.
Interlocked and likened literature of a duly noted nonsensical.
Deep and steeped in stark contrast from the norm of poetry, my flowetry takes form.
"How B? Words so intricate in flow?"
"A mad man's internal", I say.
Thirty years in the making, a mad man's nonsensical takes on, in a busy mind of mine.
Thought odd and weird, a style unique; a story of epic proportions unfolds as a knightly troubadour led astray, cuts a lyrical hand, opens his mind, and in doing so, opens a vein of creativity that spews forth... this... flowetry...
Little upper, and the proverbial flood gates of my mind open, and with a thought, brain sends message through billions of electrical signals.
Message sent down wire, rhrough arm into a hand, weak and weary from hours of holding this pen.
And, at this pen the electric signal stops.
Ceases.
Frim there, the ink dances a waltz across a once blank paper, now... not so blank.
An ink released to paint upon this canvas, a picture unseen.
A picture is worth a thousand words?
Well, picture this... my words are worth a million images.
Images that, through a sequence of words rendered upon parchment, intricate in detail so... deep... and meaningful, that images grow and appear upon the mass's, impressionable mind.
Like this....
"The lovers entwined, legs interlocked. A love so deep; a love so inspiring and moving unknown. Two souls merge as one... heartbeat... breath in unison,  and from between one's lips, under breath, and heartfelt, the verbal archer takes aim, and release... "I"... slowly and quietly... "love"... fluidly into the ear canal... "you"... to vibrate ever so soothingly, reverberating upon the ear drum. A lover's passion so great. Doing a dance of passion... forever locked in a soul mate's embrace..."  
And as my flowetry free form becomes the image in your mind and you see the two entwined in prose, you heed the gravity of my words intricate.
The words aflow, to impress upon your mind that "million picture, flicker show", and you realize, truly within... "A mad man's nonsensical"? Truly not nonsense.
And, with that, a lovely picture is painted, and for fear of over doing with verbal vomit, Intricate B must part...