Jul 25 2008
that, i know
I cannot judge
your words by rules
for I never learnt them
nor cared to
I do not know if
the illiteration lilts or flails
if the syntax sings or croaks
if the form drapes with
a dancer’s fluid grace
or flops like a dying fish
I only know how
they make me feel
I only know if they
lift my heart
to the sun and beyond
I only know if they
speak to me
in a language strange
and beautiful
I only know if they
make me scream and
cry and giggle and guffaw
and tap my toe to a piper’s tune
not yet written
I only know if they
pour out of me
fast and furious
the words that have
been buried in the deep
in dark and delicious places
that open their eyes
like flower changelings
from exotica
Aye, that I know
And they
Do.
copyright 2008
