Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Back to scratch









A nursery rhyme

Dismal, docile, dehydrated -
Many things on D, see? You people worry me.
All vocabulary and no words;
The irony. The lack of it.
You don’t know the item you picket, nip at, sip.
You don’t even suck. You want to, but you can’t,
No juice in you, sap happily tapped,
Until no real words left, the words
Replaced by the dead chatter of dolls pretending
To be children pretending
To be adults -
Your little tea parties;
It’s not even tea. It’s not even water.

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