WORDS 3 John R. Nolan 17/3/14
Spoken Word, manifesting,
Birthing infinitesimal frequencies,
Multitudes of wavering lines,
Energies;
Vibrating, pulsing,
Betwixt motionless,
Speed of Light.
Draped across pulped wood.
Trees,
Denuding the world,
Of life, oxygen,
Words,
Creep over pages,
Along lines,
Smack freaks’ arms,
Crawling through minds,
Perverting purity.
Polluting postulations,
Propositions of passion,
Scintillating conversions!
Silent hopes to be heard,
Silence dripping from,
A vacuum cleaner,
Clockwork conversations,
Rusty from lack of oil,
Of revelation, of Love,
Just corroding phases,
Toxic Quips.
Words, three, 3,
Free,
Scattered carelessly,
Cast in faces, in phases,
Mounded in bronze,
In marble,
In various forms of mud,
Mud,
Cursed Mud,
To hide behind,
To camouflage,
All we really wished to say.
Words, our greatest enemies,
Watch what you say!!!
