Ms Eff's Pretentious Poetry Corner
Nov. 28th, 2001 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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?.....
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?.....