#879 - another take

 

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879 

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another take 

 

no one has ever owned a word 

no one could ever keep one 

 

a kennel, a stable, a dictionary 

 

words unleash, they bolt, they burn

 

palaces have been erected 

the committee, once formed, must succumb 

 

this is to tell a story 

this is to argue it out 

to fashion the shopping list

 

have been at the beck 

and words call too 

 

there was a time approached truth 

in such manner 

but those old truths are gone 

 

we will be 

and last of us 

a testament 

consisting of you guessed it 

 

it’s by such means 

a lightbulb glow 

 

warmth of words 

is some magic and prank

your pants are falling down 

 

of course a premeditation 

the place we commit to the crime

some never thought before 

 

as much as to say 

 

lead weight of the past

plumbs the blood

yet a new word bobs up

in the river rolls on 

(just a manner of speaking) 

 

journey’s end for mere illusion 

one has to imagine a sea of them 

 

come up against the horizon 

you think it 

fair breeze fills one’s sails 

 

words well ahead of us 

and follow up the rear 

leviathan, titanic too 

 

words always were I suspect 

who’s to say protozoa antics

are not our metaphor? 

 

who will be chosen to speak?

 

say worm, ear to ear

abstruse

are in their own right

text to be image 

 

shall I say ‘hilltop pinking’ –

you’re there 

 

found at a pinch and itch 

they have made long study of us 

 

come with their own cobwebs

 

here Helicon 

finely layered 

take trowel and brush

all fossils to delve 

 

any we in our way 

a lost language 

consisting of anyone’s conjecture 

 

always a lot of pretending 

 

use abuse as you will

we are far 

from possessing 

 

the grunt of assent 

desperate whisper 

 

say all sorts when possessed

waggle in the spirit so

 

words have and will 

burst into song 

 

I don’t think you’ll ever stop them