A HOUSE OF WORDS


I lived in a house
of words

with windows
of memory

speech
an open door.

Now this disease
that I can't pronounce no more

or even remember
what it was

has blown my house down
like a Big Bad Wolf.

A scary
fairy story.

Now I have to ask
what is a "blue?"

Somehow it
escapes me.

And what is
a "Monday?"

I live in the wreckage
of my words.

Here a noun
empty of all meaning.

There an adjectival clause
whatever that means.

So much for being
an English teacher.

"I can connect
nothing with nothing."

Somebody said that
don't ask me who.

I only know
it wasn't me.