Words

“what we wish to say is just that which escapes the words”

I beg to differ.  What we wish to say

Awaits in words exactly what we want,

As blossoms want to shape in God’s bouquet,

As maples wish for scarlet in Vermont.

Those lines we wish to wrangle from the herd

Are there.  Their horns present no danger while

We capture them and drive them word by word.

We lasso truth and turn the hooves from guile.

We watch for marvels we can turn to gods

Of style, for miracles awaiting voice

Like Lazarus when Jesus’ bidding prods

The darkness as we make our verbal choice.

The words are waiting like so many brides

For their awakening with slick penis slides.

~ Phillip Whidden