Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Kit Kelen #1027 - shake a leg or bringing words back to life


1027
shake a leg
or
bringing words back to life 
 

they died on our lips

and later
out of the mouths of babes

lost for them
by tongue tip

phrase together
or for want thereof

put on these clothes
no one will know
or lost in the wardrobe
still exploring

hide away in bed with words
as if they had my number

dozy
dream
to make
the slate blank
sometimes unsex me
or all smutty thoughts

where they have discovered us
and let me underline this

stretch to their full length

someone is always finishing my sentences

words discolour the day
bite, and often soothe, repair

I fish in this mirror
frequently fall in

among the pages
lost as I am now
meaning to mean

they’re
kept alive and keep me

I would have sung out

like lightning strikes again again

commit then these to heart –

we went down with the last
with this soft sweet kiss

rubbed off

come
kiss
again


2 comments:

  1. 'Curious things, words. Most pass unremarked. Like spores in the wind they slip from the lips to shrivel and die on barren ground. Or spawn stunted slogans, the thistles of rhetoric, weeds of cliché. It wasn't always so ...'

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  2. when was that, Tug?

    do you mean if only we had a time machine
    then we could find an audience?

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