form these words,
bidding you
to shape these sounds,
both of us
might as well try
to ride
the clouds.
The way nouns
act out;
the way verbs
break bad
from the herd
and skip town—
you and I,
reader,
we are lucky
to find ourselves
flush-faced,
doubled-over,
clutching our sides,
nauseously exultant,
shaken but alive
at the light-
headed end of wild
metaphor's ride.
