Lexicon Lessons
Words have shallow meanings
Skimmed from the alien pool
Where aliens keep spitt of tongue
These borrowed syllables are not of my tongue
The taste was chewed from them long ago
So yearning to recover my voice
In words ancient as Methusalah
And sacred before thee conquistadores came
Must soak them in old images
That structure sentences a new way
Using punctuation like the end of a line
To make thee broken all the sense
And yet come to a meaning continuous
Where the punctuation pauses
If you are lazy, I do not think you shall enjoy me
I write from a double intellect
It is a political condition of my defect
Deep down and rumbling for attention
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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