Put down
the words
and back
away slowly.
Whence
this manic greed
for assertion?
*
Outside,
blackish sparrows—
fluttering twig
to twig in the
bald lilac bushes
and twittering
keep keep keep keep—
threading their cold-
needled holes
in-between
last night's dream
and the
insignificance
of today.
*
Repeat a word enough
times, you think
(not unhappy),
and it starts to mean
nothing
or
anything you need.
