Liquid Letters

Liquid letters
Oozy fluid goo writing
Your words look
The same as I want mine to sound
Like overfilled water balloons ready to burst
Like floppy purses of purposeful milk
Like puffy sandbags of simple sentences
Just languid language lying on a ledge
This leftover yearning from my youth
Grows marshmallow teeth and powdered sugar tongue
Elastic lips and gumdrop cheeks
Perfect for thick felt tips
Fresh coats on baroque antiques
All fruity with flavor and glaze
Candied up and soft clawed
Climbing up Brooklyn walls
Before whole blocks are razed
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2.7.11