Spout
Don't tell me
it's a mental pursuit,
all in my head, when
the word spout
was right there, in the bed
with me this morning.
sibilant, sensuous S, sine wave,uncoiling energy into the soft pot bellied P
that held it tenuously.
before the slow spilling au sounding OU
which holds the all of everything in its holy sound,
and the energy flicked, ticked T.
my body
drew the shape of it
I felt it in the pout of my lips
not the 'outpour' phrase that they use in the news,
that I hate,
but the fountain sprout from our mouths
that destroys or creates
everything before us.
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