Words Away 8 April 2008

 

The words crawl out of my warm moist soft mouth

Over my lips and paper tongue struggling using both arms

All of them

Their faces disturbed distorted and dismayed

Inconsistency in their motivation

- They do and they don't want to leave the

Security of their origins

To venture out into the dark and deafening world

A world that they will partially undo of one of

Its qualities

The words will undeafen

I think they are my pets my cuddly furry friends

My smooth skinned creepy crawlies

My buzzing bees and skittling bugs

A Noah Am I

They are alive and purposeful

They are alive and meaningless

They are alive and matter

Sometimes

They do

Not

My sweet sweet words always

Companions

For all time

Yet

Some

Times

They

Have no desire at all to stay

Away away

Find the nooks and crannies

To flee through

Some dumber words

Splatter and splash and splat

Against my windows

Leaving greasy slimy stains

That take forever to clean

Ending up as tiny puddles on

My window sill

The lighter words as bubbles are

Blown by a child on a breezeless

Summer's day in early May

Their light and soapy features mock at gravity and

Show pretty prism pictures when the sunlight hits

Them quite intentionally

And they - the lighter words seek out the cracks and

Cuts in my ceiling

Away away

The hardest part is letting go

I burb them out and off they go

I send them forth they're on their own

I give release and deny

Responsibility for their actions

Minds of their own

Not mine

If ever they were

Yet secretly I am a proud father

Of all my words

I wish them well

With high hopes

For the best

For the rest of

Their natural

Lives