In light of the news I’ve been
delivering of late, because of
these recent developments
in syntax simulation and
emancipation sybillation,
parenthetical arousal and
invariably dancing around
but not over subject matter,
which often causes twisting
sentences in a whirligig in
such a way to tease the
subject matter out for
only moments at a time,
like curious gophers who
then disappear down into
tunnels that surely wend their
ways into far out labyrinths
that reduce us each to gopher-
like goldfish whose only
experience is a consist
ently cavorting cadence
and swiftly evolving
effervescence, swimming
kaleidoscopically through
all the most vivid colors
with maybe a few unex
pected dips into some
that are dimmer, grayer,
and yet even more
cacaphonous, well,
while I want wish
fully to brim with
stories that play
like recess in a bevy
of childhood brains,
punching a stead
fast staccato of a
tale that smooths
the moods of those
whose memories
of childhood center
around story hour,
imaginations run
wild, and straight
a-plus semesters,
flirting with first-
place bees filled
with spilling letters
to spell words (and
with such eloquence!),
the etymology of which
leads with inevitability
to the most absurd
caverns on language’s
fringes that the now
grown children not
only nostalgically
relive but treat each
open-mouthed moment
leveling up, creating an
ocean of meaning within
musical trills, alongside
intermittent plosives
until the mind’s gophers
have expanded each skull,
finding new ways to sway
simple sentences ever so
subtly into complexly
and perfectly diagrammed
ones that become so true
to intention, filled with such
evolved meaning that a
new authenticity is reached
with each rich sweep
until it’s back to the
cavern for us gophers
to rest up and ready
for the most thoroughly
choreographed utterances
turned revelations that
any of us word nerds
have ever heard.
