words

i’m a being of many words

all tied up inside of me

sometimes in whirlwinds

sometimes in bullet form

sometimes a mixed salad

i’m a being of terrible words

all tied up inside of me 

aimed at myself 

aimed at society

aimed at the bourgeoisie

i’m a being of beautiful words

all tied up inside of me

painted over my lover 

painted over my child

painted over comrades

i’m a being of too many words

all tied up inside of me

overwhelming me

exhausting me

entangling me

i’m a being of no words

all lost inside of me 

dissociate

disintegrate 

disappear

i’m a being of words

all existing inside of me

a part of me

dependent on me

but yet want be free of me