words and stuff

a grumbling for accuracy,

some sort of

precision in expressions.



Oh those words.



Words and words, and more words.



Words: disintegrating, infectious vermin

that molest yr tongue

and wrench the minds eye open.



Bottomless words

yawning

in moist metaphysical earth,

mining for whatís already there.



Wet purple words

Sticky green words

Words that tear out the fatty tissues

of meandering squabble.



Bloom. And then the sense of a fever.



Secret juicy tepid words

imploding

THE SHIT YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM



So you just let 'em in and out.