Come on People

The words are discounted shelved to the page. They’re grabbed up by people because they’re nailed safe. But, listen to them! Each one is a wave 360 degrees (think Munch’s Scream, if you will). They are intervals, deranged, ink drying but not carcasses in a mass grave. They affect you, though you miss their marks as you pass, as you pass, amassing, amassing more, more. Words are loud, discounted hurts- you’re in a concert hall, you’re in the mall, shelved is long, drawn, grabbed is violent you think of your children small and coyotes carrying them off. They’re things. They can be reshaped. You can choose some and remake what seems already made. You don’t have to accustom yourself. Nothing is true except you, which is the biggest lie there is.