There are words in my head br in my limbs and my ears br there are some for the dead br and for those who can hear. br There's a flood simply waiting br to enlighten the masses br and the bold ones are mating br with the word middle classes. br I am swimming with sparks br and it matters a lot br as each letter leaves marks br and the airwaves run hot. br I pretend that I couldn't br really care what they say br but I know that I wouldn't br want to chase them away. br All you people please listen br to the words that want out br as the syllables glisten br and the consonants pout. br If you like the sensation br of a mellow bouquet br come and read my creation br and consider a stay br As a bird of one feather br I do welcome you, yes. br As together we weather br the critique from the press.