I love words
Verbally forming intelligible allusions from ephemera.
Allowing every thought to be made audible and real.
I love the way words feel – when coming out of my face
as they race to make a connection.
I have quite a collection.
I love their potential when set free from preconception,
when let off the leash, and allowed to be simple,
attractive, syllabic, resonant. artistic.
stretching the limits of literal linguistic.
It sounds weird loving a sound,
a symbol, the medium for communication.
An accumulation of malleable metaphors
lumped into language
Words are an invisible appendage.
I plant them like seeds in people’s brains
to grow and share what i know.
infiltrating the information homes in their head,
In bed – words are – genitals
of intellectual intercourse.
can you spell ‘horse’?
When put together they allow conceptual impregnation. giving birth to new ideological combinations.
Every appropriate word is art.
I like sounding smart.