Sunday, June 3, 2007

3:46 PM or Words

You don't care
About words
And yet you call yourself a poet
But I call you a punk

Words are beautiful, yes
But just like a woman
If you focus merely on her beauty
And not on her meat
Not on what lies beneath her breath
Then you're missing the point

Your "poems" are all glitter
They lack weight and substance
All it takes is one (sigh)
And your pretty little poems
Disappear in to thick air
Leaving nothing
Which is all you really had to say in the first place

You choose your words
Based on what sounds best to you at that time
Which is fine
But don't tell me you mean it, mother fucker.
Because I choose my words based on their truth.
I choose words that live in the pit of my stomach
And stop my heart as they glide up through my body and out of my mouth
I choose words with jagged edges
And crooked corners
With letters that are far from faultlessly formed
And often in the wrong order
That have traveled a long way
And have a damn good story to tell

I choose words that confuse my tongue
And leave it twisted and stuttering
Over ideas that are too big for my body to contain
For a moment longer
I choose words that trip and fall
Out of my mouth in their haste to obtain some leg room.

Even though they may not fit perfect and pristine
Within the framework of the pretty little picture
You imagine you create,
My words dance and sing and float away only when they
Feel like it

See I followed you around
Collecting your all of your words in a shoebox
That I kept under my bed
So that every night I could study them
And learn them
Until I could repeat them all in my sleep backwards.
I made them my sustenance
My home
And my security
But Girl cannot live by lies alone
So I'm giving them all back

You can have your weightless words.
You can have each and every one back.
Because I know words.
I know tone. and intonation. and emphasis. and body language
And I know that what you are saying
Is what you wish you meant.

So I figure its your turn now
See, I have spent way too much time with your words
Far more than you ever did
So now that you have them back
I will leave you two alone
So you can get more acquainted

1 comment:

gray said...

"I choose words that confuse my tongue
And leave it twisted and stuttering"
I like that.
Good one!