Speak to me in ancient tongues
as if in my subconscious mind
the threads of some genetic past
can be rewound around a lingo
neither you nor I now know;
or better yet, just make it up
as you go on. For heaven’s sake,
don’t let the conversation drag;
it wouldn’t do now to let on
that it’s just nonsense. Go on, spew,
and we’ll agree, the two of us,
that it’s either a fragment from
some yellowed scroll of Babylon,
or else the language demons use
when they’ve got naught but bullshit, too.
24 APR 2006
