Words Poem by William Waterway

my eyes devour you – you tease my salivating tongue as it rolls
to fathom your form – the flow of juices anticipate your bitter, your sweet, your sour, your salty, your unami

I contemplate a chew on you
to masticate your meanings into delicious shreds
hoping they will not make me cry, upset my stomach, hoping not to vomit them onto the page

WORDS - a place where people seek answers like seers reading entrails

swallow after swallow I plunge you deeper and deeper into hungry hollow of my being
you can’t fool me
I taste your wide open vistas – your moldy sourcing – impalpable nuances
I digest and absorb your origins – your passions – your permutations
you commit to no one – you are fickle – you let anyone use you – sometimes you give me a hard-on

no matter how deviant – perverse – idealistic – mechanistic – masochistic
your essence – a claim of presence – magnificence – flatulence

dare I touch you on the page – finger you highs and lows like a worm
crawling across telling terrain – terrain filled with hidden convolutions
illuminated by light and divining dark depths filled with infinite inspiration

your manifest form has power – power in prayer, power in lyrics, power in rules, power in laws, beliefs, stories, secrets, lies, rumors, rituals, vows, and promises – I love you, I hate you, I want you, I trust you, I do

danger lurks everywhere for those unaware of getting stuck in one of your ruts – ruts filled with water from a spring flowing beneath sand – sand that sucks you in and, sometimes
quickens

and, at what price come you to be
innocent trees felled by strained muscles wielding axe and machinery that destroy the living
all this to accomplish the telling deed to help bring you to page to fill a knowing
gnawing – notable – quotable – need
is that a distant dying scream I hear as my mind resonates – a scream of
death giving birth to a page so thoughts may urinate and poets ruminate
like some ancient tone giving life to vibrational symbols of universal
consequence

silence!
yes, silence! silence filled with blinding storms of mindless meanings
like lyrics with a melody that I can’t seem to get out of my mind – out of my mind!
I shutter my beleaguered eyes – eyes that beg for
closure

I reach for the light
to turn in for the night
wondering what will happen to my fecund feast – as I sleep
will I be belching and farting – caressing and fornicating
in dreams fondled by words created from places unknown – if so
does this mean I sleep with strangers who travel the ether – forever in search
of slumbering souls to seduce - from where do the words come I hear while asleep

yes, the power of words flows like a stream – and a stream can be
captured by a dam – and if the dam fails – I pray to quickly write myself to
higher ground
Will I feel pity for those who drown without definition?