when the alphabet soup

when the alphabet soup
is overturned by 
the lackadaisical elbow--
or simply a clumsy forearm, 
watch the red run down the 
white cloth, watch the child’s 
blocks cascade, watch my 
voicecords fail to sing. oh 
how language 
motionless is but 
meaning still drips diddly-do 
from my teeth in drouswon, 
beautifulloud,
kaleidoscopickaliex
patterns

 
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The Lone Cat

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