NEW ALPHABET

Words, words, words.

I will eat alphabet soup for breakfast,

every day

to ensure,

you have words to match,

your state of mind.

Vibes,

that personal discotheque

closed more than you’d want.

no matter…

I will play Earth, Wind and Fire,

and break your bathroom mirror,

to fashion a disco ball

using mirror shards

I needed to ensure:

you have a reason to dance

every day.

when you lost your abilities,

to spin

shake

and sing,

I came in with a jukebox.

and a pocket full of quarters,

“hey, today sucks,

let’s only listen to

90’s radio hits

Enema Of The State

and maybe a touch of

Taylor.”

when you felt speechless,

stuck in your head

spinning,

I asked for words,

1 or 2.

I could craft a stanza,

sonnet or haiku

just for you

I wanted you to have words

you could point to

and say,

“that’s how I feel.”

words are fleeting,

atmospheres decay

but you my dear,

will always have someone.

to give you words

and sounds

and vibes

and hope.

even if every time

you just respond

“hah, word.”