Journey

I am born through language

Or language is born through me

Maybe I have the Universal Grammar

In me

Whatever you say

Wonderful Noam Chomsky

 

I am delivered through screaming

Or screaming is delivered through me

When my lungs first inhale

Medicine drops

Spreading through hospital air

 

It's not about rhyming

It's about poetic force

With which you box

Lines into conscious minds

Knock them out

Knock them dead

So I did

And that's the end

Except... a delirious mistake

 

Passing exams

One after another

Shooting them down

Like scarecrows in fields of laughter

Ready to give my heart out

Ready to reach my hand

And bump into your open fly

It is not the end

It is the starting line

Spray me with yourself

Liven ... perk me up

I've been dead long enough

Living love is all it is all about

 

Landing on a levee

Far from Thames or Severn 

Yet close to Stratford upon Avon

Catch me if you can

And fight for our communal space

Somewhere in Birmingham?

 

Scottish borders out of sight

Welsh singy-singy intonation

Heard by my side

Stoned to death

And walled to paralysation

Suffocation in my throat

Is buzzing to a halt

Of me get hold

And never let go