Can I trust words,
even when I’m the one speaking
them aloud?
even when I’m the one speaking
them aloud?
What was it you heard
between dawn and midnight?
Elocuted words
between dawn and midnight?
Elocuted words
like a rainbow-chord—
sound of rocks breaking—
or was it an annoyingly-loud
sound of rocks breaking—
or was it an annoyingly-loud
nattering bird?
It was my ballpoint leaking
peremptory words
It was my ballpoint leaking
peremptory words
shouting over nature’s
separate life quietly mattering—
insisting loudly
separate life quietly mattering—
insisting loudly
on being heard,
but I’m better-off sleeping.
I can’t escape words—
sleep-talking aloud.
but I’m better-off sleeping.
I can’t escape words—
sleep-talking aloud.
