Let’s get this poem singing more about people
Then if it’s confused – we’ll say “hunhhh” –
This isn’t the world it’s all who live in it
Only them
We can’t lie: this landscape is ugly
But also gnarly and lumpy as language
“In Your face” it says, that close to
– Enough!
Whatever wounds you, yeah, it’s here now
Relax, eat a pie, drink coffee, or
Work hard if you must at loving both language
& people
Dirty & hopeful
Any more questions? Not really, no
We aren’t defining this world, rather
refining
Through obscure processes of entropy &
turbulence
Starting up suddenly as if from sleep
Oh, people & places they make us speak
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