On Parts of Speech


I should not be such a friend to adjectives, as though
Listening to a bad poet all day.
They fooled me back when into cutting up time
And the world
Believing the pieces were salvation.

But I had once learned that nouns were the enemy,
All lies, and secretly hostile.
So the adjectives found me
Easy prey.

Dancing with verbs, delightfully
Distancing myself from the solids
Would be a wilder way
To God things up, shake,
Rip and rock the loitering moments.
Rocketing laughs more than
Strolling with nouns,
Knocking the tocks off their pins,
Salvus sum.