Pome: Storm Language
Float zephyrs
Storm Language
the lexicon of linguistics should be scoffed at as
academia endeavour
for doth what is correctamundo
is how
4000 clarions should trumpet at the sun
declaring
declaiming how
language
should roar with sentence and couplet and haiku and sonnet and griot-troubadour verse from the backallies of tomorrow and streets wandered yesteryear
and
these minutes right now
and always
be
the lingo of
the backyard
frontgarden
verbiage vernacular vitesse slang
overheard at the track, argot knocked out casual by the baker as the loaves rise
carry
dialect
purloined from peans no longer in usage
because the word is the word is the word is the word is the word
chop your own outta the pages of the day and cull vacant nonspeak
be a Shakespeare of the parlour
an Ellroy of the garage
Kid Paradise of the kitchen
a you of Yousville
the progenitor of what you say cos what you say is who you are
