as we become less apt
like old
words bandied
about
cheapened
misused
until there is no give
to no speaking well
those words
appropriated by
cheats by
high-hats
words we once pegged
out
wide
snug &
slept in &
made out in
our bivouac words
solid
bogart
threads drag
now husks
laughed at or
fluffed to mean condo-lessness
insurgents
disenfranchisement
reprioritization
for shared mammal
needs such big
words leeched of
history
& turned so bitterly against
us
yet despite
everything we still
love our small
blunt first words
they only look
simple but are
perennial riddles
fingerings
we still find in words
like union
or campesino
the great beauty
& elegance &
defiance they
had
you will always be a great beauty to
me
like the words rhubarb
defunct or fuzz
as we age
& the rotten
bastards out to get
us
become
also our own
bodies
itemized
to face new
attacks from within
I will stand on one
leg & talk
flap-doodle into
manifesto
I will see you
the way I’ve always seen
you as
many di mare I
will say each of our secret
names
not as
crumpled
discontinued
coinage
but like 60s lyrics
take the load off Fanny
we didn’t really understand
them but we believed
in
them
obscurity a blur of
pride
Phil Hall
just grinned and shook my hand. "No" was
all he said.
Published On:
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