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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
'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 ...'
ReplyDeletewhen was that, Tug?
ReplyDeletedo you mean if only we had a time machine
then we could find an audience?