I spend most of my time <br />Searching for reason and rhyme <br />I know there are words hiding under my bed <br />I find hiding them between two slices of bread <br />They stick to the roof of my mouth <br />Some go north to my brain, others go south <br />I see words seeping out of every pore <br />I’m tripping on them all over the floor <br />They flow like tears running down my face <br />They wrap themselves in a lover’s embrace <br />If I had words for dinner <br />I certainly wouldn’t get any thinner <br />So when I eat my alphabet soup <br />I find myself rearranging them in a group <br />Words, I wear them on my sleeves <br />Scattered by the wind like autumn leaves <br />A spectrum of colors in flight <br />I have this enormous word appetite <br />Within the magic of our heart <br />Simple words play an important part <br />It’s far from fiction, far from ordinary <br />I dream I’ll drown in this giant dictionary <br />Where all the pages are stuck together <br />And I’ll never finish this poem, never<br /><br />Alfred Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/word-appetite/
