Do You Understand Us?

do you? Inspired by that thing on PBS ("Do you speak American?" I think)

Should I let these words go on the rising

wind

Like the million suns that flutter through

The clean breeze, and fill the air with must and

rust.

 

And do you understand us?

The words that babble over your brooking

tongue,

or cascade over cerebral cliffs, in annotated

wordplay and broken alliterations.

Talk to me of Africa on the islands of the

Carolinas–

its like goin’ home and my ways are ever the same.

 

The words that come and flow, oh!

There are no words, no rules as long as I am

grokked

(one or two? Who knows, you?)

Reviews

[Andromeda]

love this! a whole bunch...

[Sara]

'Talk to me of Africa on the islands of the

Carolinas�

its like goin' home and my ways are ever the same.'

That was my favorite part, I like the ...ethnic? feeling of it and the idea of words that can convey emotions without anyone knowing what they mean.