My Words Poem by gershon hepner

My words are slippery as slime
that snails and hagfish ooze,
but should they trip you up in rhyme
I hope they will confuse.

My words are like a silkworm’s thread
from which I try to weave
cocoons where only words unsaid
are ones you should believe.

My words are like a serpent’s skin
that changes every year,
for repetition is a sin
all mortals ought to fear.

My words are calcium from a mollusk,
and hardly ever tell
the truth, because their selfish solace
is hidden in their shell.

My words extrude into a realm,
transcendently but tricky,
where bias is a biofilm
and problems are all sticky.

My words are like a trail of mucus
and sometimes snide as snot,
and since they’re blurred and out of focus
they tell you who I’m not.