words
are words
and
g o r g e o u s
w o r d s
words of
wisdom,
h a r d c o r e
w o r d s
wicked
weathered
s a v a g e
s e n t i e n t
sassy
silver
sage,
w i l d
w o r d s
words,
are words,
o d d-
f l a v o u r e d
w o r d s
foreign
sexy
e x o t i c
c l a s s y
lusting
after them—
t h o s e
m e a n i n g f u l
w o r d s
words,
all words,
j u s t
m a r r i e d
w i t h
w o r d s
* * *
wishing you
all a wildly
poetic
and
word-lusty
2022
🤍
* * *
She yearned to
become a spy
yet she failed
so miserably
She walked
the long walk
and dressed
in hued tones
She hushed the
sharp tongues
and asked for
bad karma
For those
that would
play her—
the good ones
obeyed her
Lila yearned to
become a spy
yet she failed
so miserably
She wore her
dark shades,
unravelled
dark plots
/ with feline intention
and birdlike precision /
Yet her wings
she did not
want to
get
w
e
t
So she’d run
under cover
on rainy
days
It was always
warmer
by that
fireplace
She yearned
to become a spy—
Yet she failed
so miserably
I wish I’d never
let you read
any of the stories
in my draft
book
Since I always knew
you’d just skim
through
those
pages
( Lousy reader
that you were—
now, your time, pronto!
to get back
to school )
This is
a book
that will
never get
published
Too bad you
trashed
the draft
upon first
reading
Too good
you’ll never
ever get
to read
the end,
One so tenderly
written in my
doctor’s
handwriting -
undecipherable,
for
my
Failed
R e a d er
E x t r a o r d i n a i r e
Blue-blood poet
cold at heart
large,
your ego,
this swell night,
She’s a tourist
in wild dreams
of word orgies
blood verse
streams,
Both,
crossed lovers
madness feigned,
vintage statues
They remained
Wordplay
artists,
starry
nights,
warm-blood poet—
S t a y
t h e
n i g h t
New seas she sails
with wet, wet eyes
cold, purple lips
a wild, wild heart
A fighting mind
one fateful tune
one fresh start
a blinding light
New poems read
with tired eyes
a stunning feat
those rhyming lines
Warm, purple ink
a healing heart
she will, one day,
recover might
A writing sword
on stormy fields
she will in dreams
all battles fight
And conquer will
those seas she sails
those dry, dry lines
a fighting mind
She starts to sail
she longs to write -
new poems, wild,
they will take flight
New seas she sails
a bright new night
with drier eyes
h e r
s o l o
w r i t e s
LannaZee 