A few words about...

The little words
cavorting
noticed one day
that they were being herded
into an ever-narrower
column
in the middle of the page.
To the left and the right
appeared flickering changing
shapes.

One day, a group of words noticed
that the shapes seemed to shadow them
hunter-chameleons
changing, echoing, reaching.
"George Christian Bush!"
a group of words would shout,
and the Republican National Committee
would reach out a bony link.
"Watch what you say!"
another group would whisper,
and Powells Books would suggest 1984.

Soon they began to play with the shapes,
to see what they could make them do.
"Deep-sea divers report record loss on
silly-putty sales under hurricane conditions."
"Writhing newts endanger terms of
DVD sales agreement with Finland."
"House of Rising Sun declared winner of
new housing start extravaganza with retrograde motion."

The shadows silently shadowed
illuminating far corners of mercantile greed
outposts of wishful thinking
beckoning
beckoning
to the only intimate
the words ever touched
you
their reader
Come HERE
No, HERE
Psssst, HERE
Hey Baby, over heeeeere...
you are not whole
you need something
something else
something
to fill the lack
c'mon
open Door Number Three
pleeeeeeeeeze
me
me
me
me
ME!