I had an interesting review at work last month which inspired the following. I find it very interesting how 99% of the review was wonderful and fantastic, and that all got wiped out with one, scathing word.
Solid
This book gets thicker
with the words
plumping up the pages,
infusing the pulp.
Simple words, slanted words,
stained with emotion
and desires.
The solid force, the power
of words;
Vituperous.
She threw it at me,
though she couldn't say it.
All the vowels and the
other things folded in the
hiss on the tail.
It's followed me through
the halls, up and down
the stairs, curled under
my desk.
Waiting for another lambast
to sink vituperous fangs into,
poison, taint.
The word has a thickness
a solid whack.
Even on the page
I feel the bulge.
KEH
