Bob Holman On Words!

On words!

When you say a poem out loud

The seed crawls back into Zero Hour
The world becomes the one big flower

It has always wanted to be, yo!

And all over the public square, fruits

Start dancing. Humans, never sign

Releases! Release yourselves!

The poem is not waiting around

The corner. The poem IS the corner!

No longer do we have to hitchhike

For Phanopoeia, Melopoeia, &/or

Logopoeia because we aill live

Idea World! All land reupholstered

So we can sit comfortably together!