poem poetry language – poems 2 die for

HEY POEM

hey poem

structurally
speaking

are you
wrestling? are
you
striptease?

looked for you
in Barthes mythologies

did not
find you

maybe you are
not a part of
any
system
of signs

have
nothing to do
with culture
at all

the light is beautiful
the young
morning light

and there is crystal
and there is
broken glass

and there life
is precious and
life is cancerous

and things are
growing, flourishing
and things
are getting smashed

who last used gentle
as a verb?

the very thought
becoming absurd

must have perished along
with many
other in that desert

some words
so lacking succor

as spoken they do
stifle
or otherwise kill

but those that do salve
if only
sometimes heard
only remembered
them still
gentling a condition
down
to what
well within belief

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