Wordsmith Poem by Jan Sand

Wordsmith



How to attack the world,
Wring gold or sustenance
From its tough shell?
I have tried to craft
Words into jewelry,
Into demonic masks
Of necromantic strength,
Into common useful tools
To hammer down
The nails of necessity,
Screw tight the bolts
That prevent
My treasonous components
From exploding in revolt
To wander in the jungles
Of impracticality.
All comes to nothing.
I end slobbering
While giggling goblins
Finger through
The pockets of my mind,
Chew holes in my clothes,
Lick my ears and between my toes
So I sit within the grotesque crowd
In helpless laughter.

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