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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 © | Year Posted 2012




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Book: Shattered Sighs