From My Attic Vii Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There are words in my head
in my limbs and my ears
there are some for the dead
and for those who can hear.
There's a flood simply waiting
to enlighten the masses
and the bold ones are mating
with the word middle classes.
I am swimming with sparks
and it matters a lot
as each letter leaves marks
and the airwaves run hot.
I pretend that I couldn't
really care what they say
but I know that I wouldn't
want to chase them away.
All you people please listen
to the words that want out
as the syllables glisten
and the consonants pout.
If you like the sensation
of a mellow bouquet
come and read my creation
and consider a stay
As a bird of one feather
I do welcome you, yes.
As together we weather
the critique from the press.