Pensive

This is not the work of

a mercurial artist

No swift linguistics here

just a slow tongue

slapping the sides of the

jelly jar

worm or eels

squirming around

sloshing the vowels

understanding the

incomprehensible

is an easy day in the sun

don't think too much

unfurl the spirit antenna

open the radar umbrella

Words can be

the string of pearls

worn to impress or gather in

the luminescent sensuality

of agreement or admiration

they can fill a singular locket

then lock it away

or they just hang there

a pendant of thought

a vertical precipice of vernacular

waiting to fall from the lips

like ice chips

or cherries

either way

holds the communication