Friday, March 2, 2012

Words Fail

Word Fail

Words fail but we soldier on, ordering
waves of adjectives to the front
to dash themselves against high walls
impervious to metaphor, our
not so secret weapon, the fuel

that burns in the cylinders of
a million three minute pop songs
eight days a week, the scores of
golden spikes we swear to drive to
lay track enough to keep the train

running, the steps we pledge to walk
across the length of the ocean
or hand over hand to the peak
of the highest mountain fail
miserably, yet we press on

certain we have only to
arrange the words anew, just so,
too clever by half to find the  
answer to the age old question, what
in the world is love, exactly?

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