Circumlocution

Circumlocution

Just jabber-jawed lately—
Just jabberwocky for me.
It’s not being present;
It’s not the past away.
I’m just jibber-jabbering—
Nerves unaligned.

Just flibber-flabber lately—
Just flibbertigibbet for me.
It’s the clean air;
It’s the scenery.
I’m not flagging down—
Not shooing away.

Words so easy,
Words for so many—
They define and refine
And then
We wrap up our heads
And either adore
Or criticize—
Blithe love
Or dismissal.

God!
My elocution could woo!
With a puff of smoke,
Like an animal on fire—
Like a dream’s libido,
Like a pot boiling over.

Now I make talking points
Trying to show a human
That might listen
To a direction the opposite
Of South
While the moving air
Still makes the stuff
Covering my bones
Move back and forth
Rapidly and repeatedly
Just like it once did
When I was younger
Than an adult.