a collector of words
i am a collector of words
so called plain words
so called rare words
beautiful words that say ugly
ugly words that say beautiful
they are in the etymology section
pinned in drawers marked
P lain
O rdinary
E xciting
M umbling
S creaming
they sometimes twitch in the camphor
get up in the museum of night and walk around
end up in different drawers that squeak differently
the children love opening and closing the drawers
eyes wide tongued lips clacking smacking
adults feign that the word feign is vain
glorious in the 3D glasses never the same
me
i hunt the words that hide behind me
in the panto of life they scream
look out behind you
at midnight the glass shoe still half full
always is another word
the net of my mind has holes now
but repetition weaves repair remember
nursery rhymes are in bottom drawer
behind the drawers that are in the front
of your mind where
the chair rocks in the corner
where the spidered cabinets are
drawn in a vertical rosary for fingering
what the tine words of time had said
this word after that word before that word
all that needed to be said was said
and then
i tuck them up in bed
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