Collisions of Lingua

I could never fully understand your

poetic-complexities; The whispered

words and worlds you put together.

They being haphazardly made from

accidental collisions of lingua;

broken-glassed lanterns and

fingernail clippings, petroleum

jelly and gooey gum-drops, melted

plastic cups and barking wood-chips

I wonder then, if I will ever hear

from you again; The stained cups of

our eyes filling with images

corkscrewed into the very jelly;

'Plop-pop' and removing the

vitreous humor with needle teeth

and syringe-like tongues, sucking

in the haunted reversed images.

I continue now to paint with the

language I still struggle to learn

and retain. Crumbling rumbling

ruins of the forgotten dynasties of

the sky, wrathful in their

thundering.

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