Who'da thunk it?
Sunday 23rd November 2014 10:54 am
a different planet
Could we ever learn to read their runes?
To test the texture of those shy, reluctant smiles
and guess their distance to a kiss?
They send smoke signals,
talk of pow-wow
sharpen fork-tongue
go to wigwam . . .
(Hope cavalry come soon.)
We hear hieroglyphs, hexadecimal,
Vulcan and Venusian,
live long and prosper language
- our mother tongue falling deaf
...Tuesday 7th October 2014 12:11 pm
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