january 1-5

whose goodbye lanes do I wander
where my heart lies loved and broken
have I been so long locked frozen
inept without words to squander

to squander inept without words
meters worth of rhymes with four feet
counted lines unaligned too neat
meanings too vain to be assured

too vain to be assured, meanings
waltz to a double-time foxtrot
unaware their two left feet fought
semantic wars with tired schemings

with tired schemings, semantic wars
roared thoughtless, groaning through the night
weeping: words, we need words for light,
to ram our way through open doors

to open doors, ram our way through
dam the truth and tell known lies
wail for the sun to hold the sky
while words with words color it blue