well i do...
enjoy:
I love words
Lust them even
But sometimes
And I must admit, most times
They’re not enough
Even for a poet
Because sometimes
The consonants ain’t hard enough
And the conjunctions
Just don’t
connect
I have seen places and things
That nouns don’t dare tread
Where verbs
Stop in their tracks
And adjectives can’t even…
Describe themselves
And expletives are unheard whispers
That tell my secrets
There is so much to say
And no way to convey it
No sentences
Except the one I serve now
In solitary confinement
And the only visits are where I conjugate a noun/verb disagreement
Where my mind are at a loss
Where I can’t even cast a spell
For S-O-R-R-Y … T-H-A-N-K Y-O-U… L-O-V-E
The magic’s gone
Where strokes of the metaphor wands
Still leave empty pages
With
No words.
0 comments:
Post a Comment