JUST WORDS by Andrew Todd
Truncated outrageously like myopic morphemes,
Yet labyrinthine like Llamas laboring through a maze,
Poor Jack, the dull boy, writes the true novel just
By repetitively repeating words, English words,
Sentence after sentence after sentence.
The words start to look unreal.
You start to question their spelling.
Your mind is playing tricks on you.
Like repeating a word over and over.
And the boy starts his soliloquy.
Like father, like son but more upsetting
For the listener, the reader, the wordsmith.
Myopic morphemes laboring through a maze.
Truncated outrageously in the labyrinth.
Not just words, but amazing literature.
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Andrew Todd is a retired teacher who sees film as literature. He likes to turn the visuals back into words. This piece is about Jack Torrance’s novel in the Shining.
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Nice response! We could team up and run the maze together.
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