i hate words/

i toss these words on
the walls like the shit
that they are
i love words, i hate words
it's like trying to paint the sky
when all you have for paint
is green and even when there's blue
it is the wrong shade of blue
rubbish, tripe and crap

hand me you flowery words 
fifty cents a piece
and i shit on them too
there should be no-thought
no-think -- just

an immature wind
playing through onyx curls
on a sunny day in amber fields
of tall grass waving to the sky
her smile she doesn't know
she wears, and even in the smudge
of grass and soil betraying
the kisses she stole
and swallowed whole

words never capture that
quite right

© Michael Raven

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