Limited Linguistics

Word complex


A word or few can hold within its qualms

Entire universes of mysteries and miseries

From that initial jog into view down to

That final extirpation out of entropy’s final thrust.

Lives, of course are more than words, contain

Wonder and pain, love and disgust in configurations

Well beyond the noun or adjective or even verb.

One must contain a throat to scream, a mind

To dream, that sense immense cannot condense

Existence into the formalities of utterable sound

Or even scribbles symbolizing oddly the lightning of life,

That flash of clash that streaks through every now

May echo in linguistic thunder to trace the wonder

Of reality but there is no way that actuality can be trapped

Into the tangles out of the consonants and vowels enwrapped.



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Perception shattered into words that cling,

One to the next, from disciplines most alien,

From syntax, time, and skew to attempt

But fail, intrinsically, to capture what is real,

Succumbs at end to templating,

Becomes liquid mercury to slip and flow

From capture, vanish in impertinence to

Not speak what only can be felt and seen.


So white sound, white light, white comprehension

Crashes like an ocean wave to leave behind

Astonishments of reflected sky,

Odd bits from the depths of the vast sea

Or messages from unknown stars.

One cannot capture infinity

In cupped hands, wide eyes or an attentive ear.

The everything of everything is white

To blind the mind and destroy all sight.

Physiological Linguistics

wolf howl

My body speaks to me in pain,

Locates in a finger, or a toe,

It screams in silence

To let me know

And explain

Why torture touches

Depths inside my brain.

For agony, to be precise

Is a signal located, not

Locally on the spot,

But in the CNS, a device

To convey the nice or un-nice

Languages, internally,

Delightful or infernally.

Have no nouns, verbs,

Or adjectives, but anyway,

Are quite explicit to elicit

Immediate response.

A stab or tickle

Is never fickle,

And even smiles have guiles

Quite wordless to communicate

What might be horrible

Or great to initiate

A reaction most appropriate.

To be smart and realistic,

There’s no need for a statistic

From a Finn or a Scot

On how to respond, to know what’s what.

Reaction must be instant for relief.

No time for the grammar carnival

To stem immediate injury and grief.

The howls of wolves, shrieks of mice

Are articulate far more than human speech.

And pierce the mind far deeper

Than any words can reach.

Anatomy Lesson

Anatomy Lesson


In the interest of simplicity

I must admit

It’s only, with complicity

And some wit,

That I continue to exist.

With baggages of improbables

Escorted by my genes,

Conformed to small achievables

By biologic means,

I am ensured

That what endures

Nicely lured

Is what conjures

This me,


Within this mass, complex,

Of dynamic mobile meat,

The brain, I should explain,

Contains a multitude of functions

Which seem, mysterious, inane.

By  employing synaptic junctions

That soon sort out

Its mental clout

In manners somewhat rational.

Reining in

The hormone din

To utilize the passional

To enforce

What most endorse

As nominal for humanity.

The right facade

To accolade

Qualities of urbanity,

Nicely spiced,

Chopped and diced,

And humanized







From sperm and egg, two points of view,

We joined in enterprise,

Proliferating from those two

To macroscopic size.

Our children, now, are multiskilled

In industries complex.

We could have been a bird, big billed,

Or tyrannosaurus rex.

But our scheme was more restricted

In our body plan.

Our aim, there, was well predicted

So we ended up as man.

This thing, I must tell, admit

Functions fairly well.

It eats, it thinks, its clothes still fit –

At least for a spell.

With modest meals, I think that it

Could keep a decent waist.

By exercise and vegetables

Its growth won’t be disgraced.

To cut down on digestibles

May require will

To deflate expandables

With culinary skill.

The thinking part way up on top

Can sometimes be a pain.

Its cogitations never stop.

Dispensing with the brain

Might make operation better, clear,

Far less complicated.

That space between either ear

Could then be allocated

To keeping pets – a mouse or bat,

A nest of active ants.

Or perhaps, under a hat,

Shade addicted plants.

But, I guess, we’re stuck with brains,

Which, at end, might make

For economic, social gains.

Finally, for goodness sake,

The thing might yield good sense

On just the right occasion.

A small but pleasing recompense

For intellect invasion.




Gull and clouds


Scooting on a breeze,


Of every puff of errant air,

This feathered engine

Rides the atmosphere,

Delights in flights

To utilize its gear.

Piercing through its silent soar

With needle screeches,

Sharp cat cries, thrown before.

It loops and swoops

And then,

With smug ease in aeronautics,

Disdainful of earthbound men,

It hangs, nailed

Into place,

Congealing time,

Freezing space.



Evanescent Dream



Sing a song of whimsy

Baked in a sigh

Smiling slightly to itself

Mumbling”Oh my!”

Thoughts like powdered butterflies

Sail through mild depression

Avoiding flakes of nervous shakes

Which promulgate confession.

If I hum or gently strum

The strings of light psychosis,

Subconscious things with hairy wings

Can initiate a stressful itch

Leading to thrombosis.

So never praise those thoughtless days

When sex and spiced salami

Fulfilled all yeas and doubtful nays

Through fate and fascination

To dreams of honey, pots of money

And excess of origami.