Mongrel Words By Grant Guy
Mongrel Words Mongrel words ingest the harmony of poetry Bequeathing it with a reality of sinew and bone The misfit words are the rising citadel That bares the cradle of short range dreams of men & women Bulldozing the long range plans Everyday I chew on the malcontented words Nourishing me with the spine and raw muscle to kiss the morning To hug the night in gracious avidity I drink the miscued words with unquenching thirst I stride up to the bar of life and grab another bottle I cannot get enough of the bullets and knives they heaves At the reality of our blue ball lost in space For the molesting words are psalms Without the menacing words the harmony of poetry is spat out We are as dead as the void without a godhead Let us be possessed by misbecoming words Bio Grant Guy is a Winnipeg, Canada, poet, writer and playwright. Former artistic director of Adhere + Deny. His writings have been published in Canada, the United States, Wales, India an...