Putting Them Together

The words are just there

I swear--

Floating out in the air

Waiting to be picked

Thoughtfully placed together so

Perfectly that it becomes a map

For everything bad, cruel, wicked

All I wish for you to stay away from

and to be mindful of there nature

It’s a problem,

that no human can ever resolve

To find the perfect sentence

A string of the words, turn of phrase

That would protect you

and guide you completely

to safety,  always in the direction

And you'd fear no longer

Perhaps then, I could write something out

That leads you astray, right into a knife

Or a hurricane, or all the terrors of the world

No, for you, and for me, the words remain

unorganized, misplaced,  lose

“I love you,”

Doesn’t stop you from getting cancer

'I hate you,” signifies a worn out emptiness

No, these two phrases have been found long ago

And pieced together, with great ceremony

and meaning was given and lost

Perhaps

it is cloaked in gibberish, what we seek

Eventually I’ll write a whole book of it

I bet you'll open it up and

You’ll cum or blow your own head off

All because the words hae been picked

And so carefully put together

in their clocked meaninglessness

I will have you

and so many others convinced

Convinced in the words, just like now

But not particularly