Innuendo

“Whispers” by Denton Lund

 

push your voice
through the tubes
time has turned
into ears

say the things
that will rearrange
meanings to smell
of torn truth

speak the cause
of opinion inculpable
drawn like a wire
through a die

utter sequels to
stories that grow in
the sunless suspicion
of fiction

whisper distractions
to alter the courses
known by the mind
of the wind

express yourself
shamelessly showing
us all despite words
who you are

 

 

From my book Small Noise