25.8.12

bistromath

take my words lightly.

like words scribbled on waiters' pads

: useless unreadable scrawls
inconsequential letters scrambled together
numbers nobody sees

(for them whose mind is currently occupied
by numbers dancing and bistromathic calculations
this may not be an apt metaphor.)

nevertheless, take my words lightly.

since i mean them in no meaningful way
throw them around as they come, really
to see if they fit together in sentences
that i can punctuate with pretty semicolons.

(words are warped in veracious ways
telling testimonies twisted typically,
so soon, she says what she never sought to say.)

anyway, just take my words lightly.

21.8.12

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