ode to words

"A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep."
- Saul Bellow

words, i am full of words, bursting forth with gregariousness, hiding back with coldness. words spill out of me in waves, like those crashing at beach, those spilling into my eyes. deep dark words, light and airy words, magical fairy words, liquidy words and diddly words. las palabras rocian de la alma. what am i saying, gotta watch my words. what am i playing, gotta twist my words. what am i slaying, cleancutting words. words are for nerds, but nerds aren't forwards. what am i thinking, in symbols and words, feelings and dreams. words are my castle and my prison. shining in waves through a prism. izzle my dizzle this cataclysm, this atavism, this radacism.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awarenes comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

- Rumi

My barn having burned to the ground, I can now see the moon.

—Masahide

wearily i walk this wilted way
merrily i mock my mellifluousness
scarily i sneak through smuggled silhouettes
drearily i dowse this devilish drug
barely i build a billowing business
tearfully ticking the time and tracks
crassly kicking crafty concoctions
brashly barging butterflies
trashy tawny tearjerkers
lashing lamentable largeness
aridly alliterating acrimoniously