Poorly tailored my lips
Sown to language
Uneasily let loose
Barbarisms, condemnations
Limping stories
Of love and regret
Into unwilling ears.
What good are these threads
Constantly milling around
In the thick air of our importance?
Art, poetry, the cultured undertones
Of the ineffable rendered noxious
Thanks to that wagging mouth tail
Our tongue.
A well-knitted set of lips
Is worth a thousand years
Of indulged incantations.