Sometimes when we speak, although it’s words
They are at the level  of the screams of birds
Because it’s all in words don’t mean it’s language
Remember all that screaming does minds damage

Words are truly signs and symbols perfect
But what they point to   may have its own defects
The imaginary, wordless  and imperfect
The real in words resigned to own  the phallic.

Symbols are deep wells   with built in buckets
We had one but someone must have struck it
Some thought it was the call  to evening worship
While rabbits bored holes through my mother’s turnips

Meta-language,language and the babble
Let’s decide we all are more than rabble

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I’m averse to total emptiness

I ought to write a sonnet,oh goddamit.
The future’s fiction,and Ted Hughes has spun it
A sonnet quite informal for the planet
I ought to write one but I need a permit.

If I’d like to write a sonnet ,I will plan it
As Mary Queen of Scots embroidered rabbits.
The sonnet is  much too strong a habit.
Get the Book or I shall steal or grab it.

So I want  to write a minute  yet perfect sonnet
If there’s a  prize   so far I ‘ve rarely won it
Ask Dante, was  it Petrarch who just done it?
A sonnet is  a sexist name.Goddamit

You think it’s really great to write Platonic?
If you saw my form , you’d learn I’m not a cynic

 

If words  cost  money,what do you think you’d say
When we ate  our meal  late in the day?
If words cost that much money, would we dare
To spend all  that we had  to mouth  a prayer?

If words cost  money,how  good is your bank?
If we are rich I have your work to thank.
If words cost money, do write me a cheque
Before I start  to talk  or to regret.

If words cost   money, are  the wealthy rich?
Their words are  worth  less  than a needle stitch.
If words take all your money, here’s the Word
He said,give it away,but we’ve not  dared.

He is the Word   which spoken made the world
But  why have such great evils since  occurred?
Why would  G-d   who’s Love  and Logos too
Be  daily killed  as humans fight anew?

The burning bush no longer has  its flames
Jesus dies;  the angels weep in shame