Twisted Words Poem by Hans Ostrom
Twisted Words
You're twisting my words. Thank you-
it feels good. You spirally wrought
ragamuffin into finfumagar: well done.
It had contortion coming.
And look what you did to
chirioscuro. It is unrecognizable.
Obviously, you are not new
to wrenching words.
If you don't mind, I'd
like to keep mademoiselle
as is, for as is it's perfect:
a sound sculpture.
hans ostrom 2017
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