by Bill Yarrow
You immerse yourself in the spicy soup of words.
I'm on a restricted diet.
You emerge delighted from the shower of silence.
I am less naked.
You think diction is a slick fish.
I believe in scouring the sea with spears.
You support speech's freelance mootness.
I'm for language's Boolean muteness.
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The poem appears in WRENCH (erbacce-press, 2009). It first appeared in DuPage ArtsLife.
The poem appears in Pointed Sentences (BlazeVOX, 2012).
Oh yes,Bill yes...Great work, took my breath away. Definite fav
Nice one, Bill!
I love your metaphors here.
An amazing line, Bill: "You think diction is a slick fish." Good piece. I like it.