The Poem Sounds Like………

[theirishsea]

You want sound
Pound
No
Chinese
Grease the language
Yock yuck Japanese
Though probably not
This tradition is like a wood planer
Flying over rough wood
Soothing the embarkation
But awning the ear
Not with protection but
No not plugs
But shading us
U and i
From discord not of this cord
And so
Conclusively
The moment secluded in irritation
Even a hurt
Put on like a bruise
But later all the planing
Simplification
Unnatural hand-swiping delight
Will be veiled with veneer
Clear
Initially
But yellow it would
And the shoes with cleats
Can not grip the dry ice of it
So slender the thick
Glib lucid slalom
Of the palm’s caress
Ah
The first touch of foreplay
Floor play

[theirishsea]

My version of a Language Poem