Sunday, December 14, 2008

of words

In terms we speak
and sometimes without constraint
measured maybe, calculated always
but as terms know each other ,
and not in the social party scene way,
they graze shoulders and bump heads
twirling themselves in fighting embraces
to exit the mouth of the ages.
Leaning our definitions to one side
chasing them in their repose
hoping to catch them off guard
wanting completely to take the credit
for the very existence of the word
conceited maybe, selfish always
We are not liable but god how we are responsible

2 comments:

  1. jonathan i love this one soo much...i dont really know waht it was about, but it hit me...it was to where i wanted to keep reading it so that way i could understand it and when it was finished i knew i liked it...and when it hit me i was like "whoa"...jonathan ur such a great writer!!!

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