Words Have Souls Too... Poem by GRANT FRASER

One can forget who they
are, or where they are...

Once poetry infuses, and
confuses,

As you bolt out of the gate,
like some inspired prime fool,

To say..to say...to say...

Embellish and relish
relish and embellish

And state...
And state...
And state...

What actually happened,
didn't really
happen like that at all...

And the words
just stare,
or cross
their
legs tightly!

then follow
you next door,

unfinished...