More words are about to be dribbled
cumbersomely and indulgently
from a mind
to fingertips
to screen
to print
to you.
But only after a heart ceases to beat,
after a lamb in the springtime says what about meal times
And a lunch lady says eat up me lovely me lovely eat up.

But isn’t it the vegetable men who speaks like that?

Like what says the old lady by the pond in the park with the palace in it,
Like the days when I smiled because I believed there was a tomorrow that would bring me things that I hadn’t seen or tasted,
But I love you he said, they said, we all say,
I.
Love.
You.
(and he thought that was enough).

Black green trees blow in winds stolen from deserts parched and thirsty,
where the tumbleweed
rolls&rolls&rolls
and where my feet will never tread,
(because I like the cold).

But dear, listen to these cumbersome dribb
led words
that I stole laboriously from minds too sick to be aware
that they thought them
Oh! Didn’t you know, this that and everything I say,
you have thought it, denied it and then lived it,
whilst all the while dying your brown hair blond, and your green eyes blue, a human Barbie, your attempts to become inanimate make me cry and want to
weep by the willow whose fat silver tears will
drown the dove who dears to coo below or beside.

Sorry words are drying up
(heard them all before),
but I love you, them him and her,
I love you,
Have always, will till tomorrow, or at least until half past two on the day that my heart stops.
But then I forgot, I am eternal, didn’t even need to take a potion.
Neither will you dear, and then think of all who strove to make their mark,

Listen if I kill ten thousand of you and write a book of words filled with ideas others claim not to think,
Ahh! How wonderfully permanent I shall become.
They’ll build statues of me, paint pictures of me, immortalise me.
(Me, Moi, Me, Moi, Me, Moi memorise memories of me).
And the web was wove from a dyslexic amputated limb that your token god had spat out on the day and the hour and the minute of the calendar date that remembers the day and the hour and the minute of that man who saved mankind, and you celebrate by killing thousands of people who because your eyes will never see,
You
Don’t
Mind.
But I am a hypnotise, I can disguise and control,
But best of all,
Ta da!
I. Can. Understand.
(Is that all of humanity sir?)
Oh look isn’t that cute? The hamster has run out of its cage. But oops a daisy! The cat’s just ripped off its head.
So that’s the lesson. I’ve come bleedin’ far ya know,
Bleedin’ bloody far I have
(I have)
not (knock knock)
that that
(who’s there)?
matters,
but thought everyone might like to know,
(Ahoy there! I said who’s there)?
you know,
(the place is bloody empty, where the hell is everybody)?

That you might like to know,
that my dribbled words,
(your dribbled words)
have crystallised, become immortalised,
and now they’re crusty saliva.