Jun 27, 2019
Our language is languishing
In the Land of Lies:
losing its nuance,
closing its eyes,
sounds bites nibble away
at the roots.
The last flush of meaning
pushes the envelope;
words explode in the glossy headlines
in the tasty adlines,
saturating the marketplace-
then used up, tired
gone without a trace,
Another word dies a meaningless death.
Words like infiniti and integra
can only be car salesmen
for so long
without burning out
To fill the void our brain hangs
a “VACANCY” sign,
but no words apply.
They’re all down at the Corporate Ad Campaign-
selling the world
they’ve got a job ‘til they die.
The number of suicides among words
is rising at an alarming rate,
The word alarming hardly surprises
about to go on strike.
But the unions are powerless
because no one keeps their word,
And no-one knows where one went
so the center cannot hold.
The Hangman’s game is almost over
The death sentence is pronounced-
the word owners have enslaved
the very feeling of the words
(which will always in some way be love)
Squeezed it out like toothpaste
Brushed the last taste away,
the last root is severed;
Language: Langua, Lingua
Tongue, Tongue, Tongue is cut out,
Linger: to lick, lick,
no way to lick it, the pleasures
No one can talk;
nothing to talk about.
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