the heir of silence

by origin

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-05-16 14:27:00

my words are too small
too small to matter
too small to make an engine purr
or a kitten, or a whore.

they flow on oil slicks
just as meaningful
just as intentional
as fleas on foul birds.

my words are too soft
too soft to matter
too soft to shatter
a glass, or an ear

Or your world.