JOHNMICHAEL SIMON POETRY

I speak in newsprint,

recycled thoughts,

babble from library books

their words absorbed like blotted ink

blurring when I try to think

 

My world’s partitioned with babble fences

babble phrases, references

babble formulas, categories

devolved from babble ABCs

 

I think in double babble language

think only in this troubled language

ideas composed of babble thoughts

my mind a scrambled babble sandwich

 

Sometimes I long with all my heart

to tell this babble world apart

from some other place that’s underneath

without the babble that deceives

 

I wish that I could make this plain

but though I try and try again

I babble rather than explain