Thursday, August 25, 2016

Word Salad (For Anna Husain)

The words sprang forth
Like they were locked away
In a crypt

The words bring life
To that which was dead
And unwilling to change

Old dogs and new tricks
An oxymoron if ever there
Was one

And this old grizzled dog
Is not willing to evolve
Paralysis has stunted
His growth

The words paraded passed
Like sexy commercials
At a drive-in

The words bring their friends
Because they know there is
Safety in numbers

And I wanted to surprise you
But I ran out of things to say
As my inspiration shifted down

And this young roaring lion
Is not willing to eat crow
Because the feathers always
Stick in his throat

The words tickle my nose
Like Vernors Ginger Soda
Before excess bubbles were

The words are on display
For all to revise, revile and

The words have lost none of
Their spark and will not go
Gentle into that good night.

Charles Cicirella

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