At this advanced stage
of our labiodental skirmish
& alveopalatal explorations
Words won't come anymore
Only mangled morphemes going
in & out of you going
in & out of me
Only tangled utterances tripping
over themselves in utter haste
Shapeless & shameless
Proper articulation is abandoned
along with all other senses
of propriety
& The critical period is past
& The critical period is coming
& Words won't come at all
but even if they don't
Using my tongue
I can still make you
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 2:08 PM UTC
At this advanced stage
of our labiodental skirmish
& alveopalatal explorations
Words won't come anymore
Only mangled morphemes going
in & out of you going
in & out of me
Only tangled utterances tripping
over themselves in utter haste
Shapeless & shameless
Proper articulation is abandoned
along with all other senses
of propriety
& The critical period is past
& The critical period is coming
& Words won't come at all
but even if they don't
Using my tongue
I can still make you
I'm just going to dump all of my old + new poems here. This one's from a few days back.
