Oh, to spend some time

Precious ill got

Away from the feathers and the flux

Of human intercourse

Where everything is either split or spilt

Or spat out and declared

Behind waves of words

Some unspoken

But more often not

Sent crashing one upon another

In costume covered gloss and paint

All froth and fancy

From those who fail to observe

The cautious perplexities

Of receiving their daily bread

Among the niceties and

Common coffee cup frivolities

From off the tongue tripped exchanges

Except to the senseless and the preening

 

Oh, to be in a place that is in a vacuum

Starved of contorted self- comforting prattle 

And the hum of lips

Bursting forth

With careening careless dialogue

Accompanying the endless dross

Of heavy lead weighted opinion

 

That I could lay upon the grass

High upon the hill

Enjoy natures finest

Without the machine gun rattle

Of endless words words words

Delivered with all the sensitivity

Of a porcupine making love

 

Just to lie still

Without a sound

Watch

Wait and listen

To the sound of nothing

But the movement of the air