Words, with a word or two and a bow to Steve Toth

[Guest guest]

Words are often sugary and gooey participate to eradicate my natural state

So fate steps in walking like a yellow buttercup, hastens activity and necessity

In the musings of ants and uncles, who by this time are getting quite peeved at

me,

I'm joking of course, words make sense when they don't include directions as to

How or how not to. Now take these words on a face level, and walk the distance

To the bribing and conniving it takes to remember who said what and where and

how,

Or how to keep up with lie after lie. So divulge a truth, and break down the

dam and

Nation in salutations rigorous and vigorous, I am but a voyager, and lacking

certain

Credentials, I remove myself from the guesting and questing of who answers when

words

Are left behind in a duffle bag, left on a railway station picked up by just

about anyone

Who hasn't a clue as to what to do in the event history and hysteria share a

dance with

Insomnia and all these words fall into your mind when all you want to do is to

sleep with

The .......fishes, fishing for whatever compliment completes the accusations

hurled

across time and distance oh give me a break, walk this way, not that way, which

way is the shortest distance between two points, a harmonic convergence, an

allegiance to the

Supernatural fortifications of walls made with words, or not. Dealer chooses.

Do you Love words or people? Both? Maybe...

 

 

Ana