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