Saturday, November 19, 2011

Words*


Words*

Utterance that comes out of the mouth
Deep breath that heads north from the south
A bunch of syllables that mean not a thing
But it is soothing when a lullaby sings
Pitch that can be heard and that is broken
Those words in your pie hole, that are always spoken

Dom*Colucci 2011

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