Posted on February 6, 2013April 15, 2021 POWER TO THE WORD I stand before my class struggling For the forty-dollar word to replace The two-dollar one That inadvertently slipped my lips You know – Those words that tell The skeptical you’ve been there Done that Read that and Know that The words that have worn smooth My rugged road from Compton Words that speak in a sub-text of Silhouetted meanings Engendering the dreaded Compliment “articulate” As if I could speak Any other way But, it appears I can With a way of words plentiful The two-dollar variety Like my cheap shoes Supporting me in the beautiful Velvet (mom-made) dress Of childhood My two-dollar words Work (happily) in poetic dungeons Fooling no one Hooded in simplicity Laboring, as they do, Under the Trappist Creed: Give up everything Give up everything 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...