I Like to Let the Word Fly About

I like to let the word fly about
Not tied down to its meanings
Like a dog on a leash
And be walked on the beach.

But let it prance around, flip and turn
And perch on the tiniest branch
Of suspense and dream
In the balmy glow of a rainbow
Like a crazy cormorant
Caring not a fig for gravity.

I like to let the word
Make mouths of mockery
At those who take it to mean
Like sea and sea weed moth-green

I like to clutch them and scooping
Fling handfuls into the sky
And watch them rain
Poetry.