words frame the thoughts
nudging you from
dark side
bed,
a squint contracting dusky
view til it rests my eyes
on shade of sill,
words may shower tongues
when room’s dust spins
its whirlpools,
and words can reach a lover too,
save when ladder’s slick
with tears and
drool.
++++
piss and pig’s
blood too.
Grumpy Gorman
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