Words

Extracted from the cacophony
very early in life then
reinserted — those sharp needles
of assertion and assumption
of the topography of
being  human.

A chatter like traffic on I75
dissecting the country of
human relationships
and reinventing their
interactions — slow traffic
at Love — a rolled-over affair
strangled in a tangle of
verbs and pronouns
and stories stretching beyond
the reality of reason.

Though — if you can say it —
it must be real.