Mal, un, dis

Language is the governor of mood,
the protein of thought. Metaphor
delights in misrepresentation
of what every former century ought
to have done with their syllables,
the smallest first: arraigned by a firing
squad built hungry in the brain,
abrupt, impertinent, adolescent,
quick to render a parapraxis taunt—
quicker yet to undermine thought
a shyster architect built in his twenties.

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~ by Jeremy on May 31, 2013.

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