In the middle

intermediate
in the middle
amidst, among
and between
hung out to dry
and happy to see you,
neither exactly
awash nor afloat
in the flowing in
between who tells what
and who sees who(m);
I dabble in grammar
even in idiomatic
conversation
gathering nuance
mood and half-thought
into piles of cliches
burning bridges
over roiling waters;
this clutter of words
may almost be real
-I hear breathing
(metaphorically)-
from mewling to moaning
which sings a little
song before nightfall
where they live
in the midst
of before to become.

Words & Syntax

obverse and reverse
inverse and converse
add perverse to get the picture
of the human remnant
forming in the interstices
of the words and the syntax
I've been in love with forever
or so it seems, possibly
only almost that long
since Booth entered heaven
with his big bass drum
boom, boom, boom,
"Are you washed in the ink
of the word," he might have said
but didn't, other things
on his mind, in there too
I've joined the chorus and
I keep on singing,
not what my daughters, or others
would kindly call it, oh no,
I've been Vachel Lindsey'd again
Ooooh, baby! I keep singing!