For a Poet's Wunderkammer -VII
Two words lay on their elbows
like Diogenes across Athenian steps
confident of their cynical common-place power.
They were to be seen
as a disregard for beauty, yet became
the dance, the music, the muscular grace
of things unrehearsed and so-called natural.
Words of beauty, now poetry in every bar.
Four letter words attached to every meaning
with ed's and ing's, capital letters
and exclamation points.
These two words faced each other
on the lowest shelf so the view
past their consonants
would not obscure words
saved before them.
Words that alliterated with sounds like
"shit 
shoot and
shovel"
"fuck muck and a
condescending chuckle"
L.Fullington
If you've any comments on her poem, L. Fullington
would be pleased to hear from you.
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