tower-of-babel

Tower of Babel

Come, crumbling Babylon, and piece together a story for me.

Let your rubble be fitted beneath my tongue

So I can choke on daily musings;

Script-less scenes with fractured edges.

O, how little I know.

I am not a quick learner

A ready worker

A quiet listener.

Language feels so unnatural to me;

I'll quickly mistake love for Lovecraft,

Murder for musings,

Questions for invitations,

And rose petals for ivory towers.