A Brief Guide To My Words and Their Meanings
You won’t see these word
in a shop window
printed across a smiling face,
or embossed, engraved, or scribbled;
probably not daubed
on toilet stall walls yet.
They belong to the Net,
a pliable device
that floats to the top
of a running river of white water.
If you have the skill to spear fish
you might catch one or two,
but I am afraid they will not be
of much use to you
in your life plan,
for your nest egg,
your spiritual growth
or for any healing purposes
whatsoever.
You may try rubbing your libido
with the sounds they make,
I do, but of course
they, being only words,
offer little relief.
If you drink strong alcohol
(nothing sweet with fruit in it),
then you might
add them like ice into your glass;
for a while they will rattle around
your teeth
almost pleasantly.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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