Making Up Words
i am sitting in my room alone
making up words: untree––the process by which
roots are pulled up from the soil
and the soul floats
tetherless in the new world
i am sitting in my room alone
making up words: windowlonging––
the feeling one has when the lights
of a city burn half a mile
away and one is burning half outside oneself
i am sitting in my room alone
making up words: covery––
i am sitting in my room alone
making up words: palindronomical––
the sense of the average
universal chance that someone
in a building
perhaps not far away
has just done the reverse of you
i am sitting in my room alone
making up words: grince and chacker––
the sounds the devils make
i am sitting in my room alone
making up words: curriculary––
how one must parent oneself after a falling
or failing, as the case may be
and how one must become by turns
a teacher, tyrant, predator/prey,
a beggar, batter, better bittersweet than salty
i am sitting in my room alone!
making up words! i am screaming
at the bottom of my lungs from where
the muscles tighten as i cough out
“acuverity!” the pain of truth!
“opralocution!” the difficulty of speech!
“kleptonomy!” the inventory of thefts
you’ve completed against me including
but not limited to:
1. dentegrity
2. vivinium
3. aspernition
and all these terms i have regained, thus lost
insisting on subtext, on connotation
i am lost in definition, still unable
to achieve my own displastic satisfaction
sonnet nº 18 (prayer sonnet)
i’m begging you to let me eat you out.
i need to know exactly how you taste.
such ecstasy makes callous men devout
and turns the head of rev’rence to your grace.
i’m begging you to part your legs for me,
to let me kiss your soft and secret skin.
devoted moses drinks the salty sea:
his godhead pleased by sacred holy sin.
i’m begging you forgive me for this lust!
i don’t deserve to worship at your seat.
but if your heart fell open to my trust
my lips and tongue would fill that heart complete.
so cupid’s bow bends me to your desire,
so pray you goddess, douse my foolish fire.
drew david combs
drew is an actor, poet, and playwright based in Seattle. He has been a proud member of Parley since 2017, with multiple workshops of his scripts and a micro production of death in the digital age. Favorite onstage credits include Joshua in John Baxter is a Switch Hitter at the Intiman, Anton in Parley's Anton, and Luke in Theater of Possibility's Love Letters.