Ms Eff's Pretentious Poetry Corner

[msfledermaus]

Nothing's new.
Just filling up white empty space
with lines and lines of little runic shapes;
thousands of years of cultural evolution
just to say polite bits of nothing ...

A is for cattle, upside-down with horns.
B is for some Phoenician cuneiform I don't recall.
P, Z and X are all new shiny relatives
of Assyrian scratches and old Norse runes.
I wish I knew enough Ogham
to say "I'm still here" with crosshatches and slashes.
Black and white, charcoal on birch bark.
A secret code of meaning,
changed beyond all recognition
from the counting words that birthed them.

I want to write you letters you don't understand.
But I never needed to learn heiroglyphics to do that.

I'm rubber and you're glue.
I burned all your love letters;
I can't send them back to you...
But someday, maybe you'll want your pen back.

So anyway,
what's new with you?.....