words, wasted * i find my words often wasted on the decidedly deaf & dumb just sayin what i know as truth to the powerfaux before my tongue turns blue & numb some fleet, fleek phrases may burn like fire over my flaming lips disbursed to burn & churn synapses in brains unloosing hips to action, animation, arete to be complete; a purpose, program, not a pogrom, a path to place your feet word on the street fully mine - not complete. * 6/17 - lebuc - words, wasted