None to title this (19th May 2008, 3.39pm)
Manipulate, play with them with me,
tease them from me; they lurk inside me;
draw from my heart and mind and lungs.
Oh…you want THOSE ones?
Soul words. Don’t mind me;
sarcasm is for kicks and honesty for fun.
Sift, drag, select, filter, find a synonym.
Pick out the black ones,
They’re my favourites.
Selfish words. Political correctness.
Shit. Isn’t it? Shift, delete.
I don’t believe in giving power to them;
plosive-laden, fricative-heavy;
I am replete. Talk to my feet,
swear at me verbally, it’s heady.
Appreciate. Power on a plate.
Can I make you indifferent to societal tastes?
Boundaries are prisons…
Is it to use or abuse?
Sweetness, honey, darling: -isms
that prove so wholly disarming,
almost like snake charming;
it’s all in the tonal quality, what you mean to me…
I get away with words: I’ve got a way with words.
Come. Ambiguity. Read aloud to me.
You can play with mine; I’ll learn them to you.
One to one by one. But first,
Lean in close, listen, feel them;
this is how I’d like to share my thirst.
