Sometimes I like my words to be free,
not burdened as beams in a tower -
not drowned as droplets in a stream,
not fettered as fido before the feast of his dreams.
Sometimes I like my words to leap,
Like children meeting the first winter snow,
or the suns rays on a tempting puddle.
I let them repeat themselves over and over.
And mingle with bad grammar.
n' End before sentences. Drool, slobber, spit and spew -
spin poetics on morning dew.
Just work, and have leisure.
That's my message of words to you.
