Cascade, shatter, fracture, so many words now
They fill my arteries, clogging my skins pores;
Literate drops of sweat that fall from my brow
Words that tumble, jumbled from my open jaws
Inhale the small talk, heady, intangible,
Literature pools, red rivulets on the floor
Iridescent, their beauty plays us for fools
Wily, wicked, pulling us over the end,
Like sirens, seductive typography calls,
Our quivering hearts we can never defend,
As wry words create scars we never can mend
No comments:
Post a Comment