Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Words



The words of jargon spool

measured
without cease

thickening the air with a might
that only words could
until one of us ends the noise
with simple unhappiness.

1 comment:

Rebekah said...

The perfect touches of color in this pale photo. And for me, the position and timing of the last two lines of the poem imitate precisely the progression they describe.