The Word Man
THE WORD-MAN
I want to tell you about the night the word man lost
his words. When the children voices could no longer
be heard. The thunderstorm lost its sexual desire.
The night his entire dreams burned with haunting fire.
He never had a problem writing about whatever he felt.
Now he sits at a table with the cards already dealt.
With a pen and paper in his hands. He could invite us
All to new exotic lands. I can see us all dancing
Inside his brain. To feel his sexual hungers, to see his overwhelming pain. We all find ourselves searching for his words, but now his intellectual thoughts could no longer be heard. The night the word-man lost his words.
Michael Browning
I want to tell you about the night the word man lost
his words. When the children voices could no longer
be heard. The thunderstorm lost its sexual desire.
The night his entire dreams burned with haunting fire.
He never had a problem writing about whatever he felt.
Now he sits at a table with the cards already dealt.
With a pen and paper in his hands. He could invite us
All to new exotic lands. I can see us all dancing
Inside his brain. To feel his sexual hungers, to see his overwhelming pain. We all find ourselves searching for his words, but now his intellectual thoughts could no longer be heard. The night the word-man lost his words.
Michael Browning
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