words are nothing
they are the negative space of thoughts
the shadow under a rock
styrofoam peanut filler
for an otherwise empty package
poets are craftsmen of this emptiness
the sculptors of the invisible
whose forgotten memories are traded for impossible noise
garnished and served to hungry you
careful what you eat
remember your silence
and the moments of wordless life
heed the wisdom of unspeaking world
and oh yes,
this poem is a lie