language lessons

Corporate Design
paint these words in Spanish and French
because this old English Maid
is having a mid-life crisis
a safe purchase for twenty dollars
in the basement of the Business Depot
my yes, my no, my hello
pressed against my eyes as
my tongue, my mouth, my lips, fight thick,
peanut butter and jelly words of where did i go? what did i do?
so long ago? to make such sounds -- break -- forward
laid down low, in a tight apartment
with these three magic CDs
and return to that moment where we just tried to understand
there will be no direct translation
for this old English Major
never fought in any of the Modern wars
ignoring the call from the coffee shop flyers
that wanted to tear into my starched, white private hour

where only the good soldiers get to witness the passing

of the Renaissance banners over wide, open fields

i interrogate the Spanish and French
for what they might have to say about me
spouting tree poses and promotions
in the tunnels of the Financial warrens
where lovers ask me to straighten their noose
and the Canons spray us with rich, colour copy

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