language
by rumball107
Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-05-19 21:56:00
words spoon thoughts out in clumps, hit
or miss, here and there: the dressing
up of english. the words. ease of
understanding “out” next to “in”, out
of context, out of space. like hanging
dead wasps as memories, the next punto
de partida will summarize everything
that had the chance to sting. how
cleverly undemanding. wheeze and cough
some letters; sputter a new thought. and
suppose the mish-mash and the hyphens, swept
by cerebrums, become tidy like dustpiles.
stop watching. hit some dynamic nouns; hit
some drippy pseudopoet dropping words like
“crimson” and “splendor” in lazy stanzas.
bite the hard surfaces: desktops, soda cans,
lead. there is nothing that our language
does not already know. greet tongue-slips
and aphasia with the welcome of a worn or
warm blanket. depart from your point of
departure: at the most redundant phrase, at
the most useless sentence. it reminds you
that the painter paints a painting, always.