The emphasis is water.
Well short of death,
Play worm and warpmold.
My thoughts have fewer crowbars,
More opulent skids.
Ideas are easier,
Self-lubricating decay states
"Clockwork" rewrites itself as "cardboard",
Using my hand.
"Press star," says the voice mail,
To use hash.
The cicadas remember
The habits of their lifetimes
For my benefit.
That being the case,
All is not lost,
I still know that all butter is not peanut.
That, of ice cream,
I like the orange chocolate chip the best.
All is not lost
While I can still recognize this leprechaun as my daughter.
I know that ships float water,
That air breathes flowers.
I know that coffee is a drink,
Not just a stain.
I know that Mozart is not a chewing gum or a cake,
That Bill Gates does not own Enron or Big Ben.
I know my name is not Giraffe,
That all the tablets white are mine.
The telephone has numbers.
My hands in number
Are significantly fewer than three.
The noodles boiling in the saucepan
Wargame the outcomes of my brain.
I will retain a tongue.
Let me get back to you on syllables,