Craft Space Comments

Pure metaphysical genius! My mind is blown, In fact I'd have to steal a few more words to even form this sentence - I'm at a loss for them. Starting with: I want to make a chair out of my poem, You had me hooked at hello and g'day! now I want to take a saw out of the cupboard of my imagination, why not start with this leg, go - saw your stupid tongue off - then, all that blood! is that what words are, the tongue's blood, words! Such an intriguing idea. but the continuing lines... is that what words are, just legs, something to stand on, or walk you along inside.... I told you to stop getting high on them, It probably wasn't to be funny, but I have to admit I chuckled even at being reprimanded for getting high on words. forget legs, just think of infinite doors that lead to more and more... after reading this verse I understand why I was reprimanded. I imagine, you're saying that words aren't just tools, but passageways, doors to never-ending thought! Who da thunk it? lol But I digress, your poem is amazing. Lovely penmanship. Nika~