Testament

i work with words
i have my being there
i breathe in words
spew our poems by the score
in the privacy of my mind
words go rambling down the streets
or sneak up behind me
and raps me on the skull
yesterday, a brutish, lout of a word
left teeth marks on my butt
but truth, i love them little rascals
they are easy to live with, yes
for no reason i think of hobbits
with flurry feet shanghaied into adventure

when i am with you
i almost choke to death
fish-bone word struck in my throat
or when i need them the most
they flee from me like routed soldiers
when i am with the power
i use words as sharp as rapiers
to cut through skin and bone
let loose medusa eyed words
turn you into stone
or ram phallic word home
turn virgins into whores
but right now i am a little drunk
i guess i better crawl back home
before i throw up words
that would stink to high heaven
and sodomize the random house dictionary

here bend over, dic spread them pages wide
my fingers flick through the pages
probing for the right word,right
hold it there!this is where i come in
and so on and so forth as mr. kurt vonnegut would say
(that reminds me, you could look up his asshole if you have a mind to, in a nice book called ‘breakfast of champions’)
words i could always get a handle on
grandma was the problem. a real pain in the ass
figuratively speaking that is
sits there with a wart on her nose
and a toothless grin saying
don’t do that, don’t say that
mind your tenses
don’t mix your metaphors and so on
so i took a gun and blew her away to kingdom come
boom!