I called him a homophone once. He <i>(playfully)</i> punched me told me he was at perfect ease with his own <b>textuality</b><i> (thankyou very much)</i> and would I kindly not insult him that way..... *sigh* we run headlong into the other mouths open words tumbling (never mind the typo's ) he says it's my fault I misconstrue, always too often. he makes nonsensical interchanges he's unruly he bends and twists and snaps, and I am left with a broken alphabet- an ancient relic of a language I do not know- one I never learnt. He says I am confusion- chaos- I over punctuate, leave him feeling pulled after exclamations and paused, alert waiting for the semi-colon to drop only to be side tracked by parentheses. He dots his i's with smiley faces (always in the wrong places) he never did c.... never did understand the exceptions .... <i>(I am parentheses and he is every exclamation point!)</i> Like atheism, for us the rules simply don't apply. .........Birth sign: Scorpio
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