Literally.
What if Language broke?
Communication between us would base itself on guesses and gestures, on taking cues from the media as how to respond to others.
We would not recognize each other; words would go colorless. What binds the light of letters together would chafe and split. Losing that…
We feel so uncomfortable
Saying the word soul.
We dress-
Our children
For school
We march-
Them off
To war
Full of-
Semi-automatic
Clouds of chalk
Full of-
The lingering
Smell of pencils
Take an eraser-
To a predictably
Bloodied world.
We feel so uncomfortable
Saying the word soul.
I’m not for pre-fixes;
I’m for Love.
Not for Politics’ weight
On the wings of the dove.
When push comes to push
And shove comes to shove,
My life is not for spectacle;
My life is for Love.
More than the music,
More than the writing;
There’s us.
What we are,
What we become;
What we can be.
It’s the World.
Because if we can,
Anyone can;
It’s that important.
(That necessary.)
That much a gift that I find you,
That I know you;
That we become what we are…
Enough of the words
What of those out-
Spoken or Spoke-in?
In-way words
Never in-the-way words
Always want back out words.
On outward words
On sail to the sky
Said and sailed words
When the only cry
Heard was the deep deep
Down inside cry.
How to cry!
Without wells…
Ugly Dogs!
I freaking love ugly dogs!
I love them!
Bilateral symmetry
Kiss his:
Ugly-pugly-fugly-mugly.
Pinch his (How many?)
Chins. (How many?!)
Wonderful!
I freaking love:
Happy! Joyous!
Ugly-Ugly-Ugly
Dog snores from the couch.
Lazy eye lounges
Leers at the front door…
Soon the pizza will arrive.
Hope he gets some…
