Lipsink Lipsunk ©Phil Golding 02/02/2008
My lips and voice-box had a fall out
last Tuesday week
on route to a verbal deliverance.
Sounds plucked on vocal cords,swerved ,uncontrollably
like lemmings on space-hoppers
down flooded ‘Cavity Canyons’
Some crashed into remains of ‘Road Kill’
festering between chewing sites
filled in by a fusion of silver and decay.
The lemming that made it
Cascaded a raging whirlpool
that spilt #forced some words through
only to be choked at birth.
Prepubescent vocal that failed to find a way
smacked into the back of these flaps
landing spread eagled,
drowned below the gum line.
Words ‘lip-sync’ more like lip-sunk.
So today I greet you with a phenomenally functioning
flap formulating calculatingly clear
vocal violin of delectable deliverance
until Parkinson’s pop-up pirates {{{{{{{{{POUNCE}}}}}}}}}
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