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Words…

I need them,

Like..

They need me.

I am their

Creator,

Architect


Words…

I need them,

Like..

They need me.

I am their

Destroyer,

Killer,

Slayer,

I am

That BACKSPACE

That delete,

That eraser.


Words…

Without them,

I’d be…

Lost like dreams in Hollywood.

I’d be..

Astray like little Jimmy’s runaway dog.

I’d be…

Disoriented like

The Orientals

Given opium by British merchants in the

Orient.


Words

Are

More honest to me

Than

I am to me,

Because they always reflect what I feel

Even if what I feel,

Is a lie.


I will

Lie to myself,

Tell myself

I am

Something that

I am

not.

Tell myself,

I am

Not

Something that

I am.


I will lie

To my lover,

But not to

My words.

I tell her

I need her

When I don’t.

Too selfish to deal

With the sadness

Too selfish to feel

Her pain.


Words…

Are

Nice to me,

They

Take care of me

When the world

Is

Callous!

Cruel!

Malicious!

And wicked

To me.


Words…

Heal the pains

Society inflicts on me

every fucking day.


Without words

I am disgusting,

Like

Microwaved lettuce.

Repulsive like

Abundant food

But

Unfed tummies!

Vacant homes

But

Filled streets!

Empty factories

But

Jobs laying off!

Technological expertise,

But

Bombs that hiss Atomic.

Sustainable energy

But

Fading ecosystems!

Without words,

These afflictions

Would

Chauffeur me to my death.


Without words,

I am

A pen

With no ink,

A condom

With a

Flaccid dick.

A blank

page,

Or shooting

Blanks

For those who

Want kids.


I molest words;

Make them

Do what

I want;

Tell them

How I feel,

What I want.

I

Twist,

Alter,

Manipulate,

Disfigure,

Deform,

Distort,

My wife of

Words.


Words

Comfort me

Like the mother’s tit

Does for

A newborn.

They look at my scars

And..

Smile.


Words

Look at my faults

And

Accept them.

They put the

UN in

Conditional.

I take refuge

Under the roof of…

Words.


Give me the crack rock named:

Typewriter

Keyboard

Laptop.


Give me

That pen,

Let it fuck

The paper.


Let the sweat,

From my brow

Create words.


Let the blood

Expel from my veins

To engender

The child

I’ll name

Words.


Let my tears

Ink the paper,

Let my anger

Squeeze it

From

Smooth to

Wrinkled

With..  

Words.


My precious,

My words.

My escape,

My necessary,


My words…

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