Not poetry
Nor nonsense
Merely words

Speak of love
Lust
Passion
Loss
Heartbreak

That’s all

Nothing wise
As plain as day
As straight as the wall
As black as night

The time of day
The dawning of morn
Or the falling of dusk
Won’t change the fact
These words
Of love
Lust
Passion
Loss
Heartbreak

These are not the words
Falling from the tongue of Pablo Neruda
Dripping ***, lust and passion

No, not song
Nor poetry
Merely words
Of the everyday righteous
As anonymous
As wretched as I