Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Words With Friends

A word is a door
onto ocean depths of meaning
wide as a lifetime
rich as the menu at the fanciest restaurant
where seagulls feast on the pearls of dead men's dreams

But how to crack open
find the key to unfathom
this phantom shipwreck
bursting with strange fruit

Lost in a hall of mirrors
how will you even hear
the faint glub glub of my drowning

I must anchor my words to a patch of open sky
string them along like pearls on a chain
pearling your backbone
giving you life and limb

Who cares if we lost the plot
if we have bad boundaries

A word is a door
hold my hand and step in

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