Wednesday, January 30, 2019
I used to have a way with words
I used to have a way with
words.
Consonant constructions climbed
Stark dark and slick with
rain
To tower glowering
While vowels howled
Through ovate openings
Wide as eyes alive with
fear
To hear rhymes chime
Behind blind walls
As their echoes spilled
Into chill still
Streets of
Meter.
I used to have a way with
words.
Now
They have their way with
me.
