... or thereabouts,
somewhere above the diaphragm
I ask, “Why do I write? ”
A word leaks from the cerebellum
NW of the medulla oblongata,
“Hope! ” It whispered almost inaudibly -
“Hope you find what yer lookin’ fer...”
(sound drifts off into oblivion)
jumbled letters
hhjkljh
trying to spell ujpnire
find some anagramous meaning
existence
in metaphysical universe
of complications
trophy as reward?
her heart my trophy?
my words her reward?
Let one syllable
reach her soul...
I shall be silent
say no more to anyone
if her smile
can be etched
on the stone
of my existence.
Lorenzo Costigliolo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-the-bottom-of-my-heart-5/
