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Lock of Language




Well the conversation got heavy
When you walked in I could tell
From the smell of your smile
That it could take a little while.

Well I was hoping hard that we'd find
Something, something small in common.
An iota of talk - it's unsafe to walk 'cross
This sheet of ice when you're trying to break it.

Pick the lock of language, swallow the key
Stop pointing at me, listen up. Sing a song
Of places for familiar faces I know you're
A hug away from any old day.

Paulie scribbles words on tequila-stained
Cocktail napkins. I can tell that the hell that he
Paints in my mind needs another coat.

Brandy is sure if she weren't such a bore
She'd be pouring out volumes of fiction
But her dictionary is down with the flu and
I heard she sold her thesaurus back to you.

Pick the lock of language, swallow the key
Stop pointing at me, listen up. Sing a song
Of places for familiar faces I know you're
A hug away from any old day.

All the x-tra bags you carry,
Leave your predicates ashore.
What ever sinks your boat, dear
Is worth weighing anchors for.

Poetry glows in the dark and it disappears
In the daytime. All philosophy shines like a star
But it won't show up through a telescope.

A dime is worth a couple cents less
Than a nickel today.
A sentence beats up on a paragraph
For picking on his good friend, his good friend phrase.

Pick the lock of language, swallow the key
Stop pointing at me, listen up. Sing a song
Of places for familiar faces I know you're
A hug away from any old day.







© Mitch Treger