Words …
With …., attempts are valiantly being made to do
As suggested
as Cyrano De B.
he Mr. DeBergerac suggested, “shun the normal” —-constantly.
Escape from commonplace, travel to that space
never commonly
connected
not touched upon.
We’ll run to the East, freeze and leave seldom a trace. But not a pair of eyes where we fly to will try to
Forget you.
With you–
new words will be founded.
Pursuing panache as
a moxie is not quite in the … Boxseats
Of this viewer.
Seeing truth as beauty, a beauty that’s truthfully beautiful.
Seeing you I hold–
A hand, the hand I held…
I see you..
Resting a hand in hand…
But stand with only words
– I stand,
with only words.
Words became more than my acquaintances
Words became my –
statements this
Means:
bank
political.
Content.
Cultural. Social Statements These statements are made —
with words.
Words became my greatest friends.
Words became my misery when I declined a moment but instead read into each page
Like each day –
featured me in a play…
No one knew nor will they weigh.
I may just may. Just might
rekindle
this marriage, it’s marriage…
An acquaintanceship doesn’t fit. She’s my partner
– hip.
Yourself.
Hip you. to this true.
My word is my pens present, I’m present let’s ascent to an area Above
Wearing your love…
It may be imagined…
It may be my mind. ..
It may … It could be…
It could be only.
Just me..
Hoping, wishing, wondering, screaming, crying, calling, texting, trying not to die again…
I’m trying not to die up in
This Love.
So words…
Words try their damnedest
To condemn this
Words rush this present scene. To intervene…
They know none of what I mean
She is all that I have seen
For centuries.
She’s a shapely letter.
Let her — leave this page
I beg of me — but she keeps re-
turning
With words I hope to fly again
I hope to fly up in.
This atmosphere.
This up here. This imaginary.
It’s imagined very.
She’s imagined~~~.
Wearing what is.
Very.
Unreal.
The imagery that she — paints in pictures is hers.. It’s only her.
It’s only words
That I can battle with.
Words.
Philip Dane 