(continuation of “On Meaning”, really)

So wonder,
with me,
if you dare,
and disregard the waning references
to small indifferences.
As if we care.

Remember phrases.
Words, we hate you,
slathered down like salt and rye…
Wonder if, and if, then why,
and is this only my

Slander thinkers at a loss
to write,
and worship writers
unprepared to think, and lie
about our nondescript expressions.
To hold on tight to all our misconceptions.