~for you~
~~~
when I put
twosome of twisted lips together,
long dragging one foot clubbed,
agony before the other,
but one hand obeys commands,
the other disdains, ignores,
one only eye-seeing, vision impaired,
and the body laughs at the notion of
paired coordinates
tongue disobeys desires,
limping thru life's everything,
thoughts locked down on pause,
mid-think is a cassette tape
in a seven-second delayed,
a fist cannot be unbroken, unwound
chorus of mockers,
herd of haters
rejoice in my diminution,
using my weakness for ammunition
for I am a stutterer,
just another you,
misstepping, fracturing,
the minutes of a life disastered,
suffered, sadly, no gladly hanging about
but I do not forsake hope
repair each word with the honor
of a slow enunciation distinguished,
ungainly shaped, yet soldier-motion forward,
in small poems and with one hand holding
for I am armed with certainty
as I stutter thru living,
more than awaiting, comprehending,
you, you,
understand full well,
that we are all handicapped
salvation arrives when
a touching whisper heard in one solitary ear,
you sir, you, are not alone
for who among us dare deny
we are all stutterers
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC
~for you~
~~~
when I put
twosome of twisted lips together,
long dragging one foot clubbed,
agony before the other,
but one hand obeys commands,
the other disdains, ignores,
one only eye-seeing, vision impaired,
and the body laughs at the notion of
paired coordinates
tongue disobeys desires,
limping thru life's everything,
thoughts locked down on pause,
mid-think is a cassette tape
in a seven-second delayed,
a fist cannot be unbroken, unwound
chorus of mockers,
herd of haters
rejoice in my diminution,
using my weakness for ammunition
for I am a stutterer,
just another you,
misstepping, fracturing,
the minutes of a life disastered,
suffered, sadly, no gladly hanging about
but I do not forsake hope
repair each word with the honor
of a slow enunciation distinguished,
ungainly shaped, yet soldier-motion forward,
in small poems and with one hand holding
for I am armed with certainty
as I stutter thru living,
more than awaiting, comprehending,
you, you,
understand full well,
that we are all handicapped
salvation arrives when
a touching whisper heard in one solitary ear,
you sir, you, are not alone
for who among us dare deny
we are all stutterers
6:54 am Sunday, October 24, 2015,
Isle of Manhattan
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