Words

i hate that there are all these
kiss-encrusted words running
like wildfires through my head
and they only wish that they were kisses
but they are instead daggers
and making me stillborn

and words of the mouth are only
moments in time that break me into the
minute slices of nothing that I
am finding myself to be today

and i hold in my hands the sacred water
falling from clouds that were fueled by this pain
and there is nothing in my soul
that can pour the words through my mouth
and make them heard

and i guess that's why i am strangling within
my birds inside falling from branches
and fish lying on their backs
i myself am gasping for air
needing a way to release all of the
big and little words choking me
and making me bloated in my soul

April 3, 2003

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