Too Many Words Too Many Forms Of Rashes Poem by RIC BASTASA

words have the bad trait
of bombarding us
not with meanings but just
utterances
at some point we select what
is necessary
the usual chaff and grain method
that the winnows teach us
with the winds of
time and change
and it happens to me many times
as i stand waiting for the plane
that shall take me to another new beginning
or the bus that leaves the dust behind the wheels
of misfortune
or the boat that vomits the water at its back
where you want to stand and reflect
on the dimming of light
words can be wars
and there you go
pack you bags and walk your journey
without them.