Skimmer, Finger licker, Page flicker, Before you peep and peruse, I ask you one thing For me, these words, when typed and printed are flat and too smooth. They belong with your lips, your teeth and tongue. Roll them around and savor each one. Take big bites, or nibble at edges Taste the hard hitting T's, and those delicious S's, Above all, please, feel those vibrations in your throat I hope they reach your bones and the tricky corners of your mind. It is those small powerful ribbons of sounds shaking through the air that dictates history, that start and end wars, that express love, that can cut or can heal. Do not underestimate them. They are the true poetry, the rest, just ink.
