Pound for Pound

Pound for Pound

I buy my words
a penny a pound
the smallest ones
I can find and then
I press them, extracting
the oil that smoothes my
journey through this
iced ether of communication
there isn't room in
my pen or on my tongue
for anything bigger than
this little whisper in
words too faint to
to touch the inward
facing world but I keep
sending my signals
one day something
might answer