the words weren’t mine

take courage               without knowing the way to
get tomorrow               out of the way               can’t you
comprehend               in your own time               I’m too apt
to brood on the weather               fix the storm clouds
for disposable outcomes               read enough
is well enough               exactly               sufficient
attributes               are necessary qualities
the same as               whatever               is a précis
of the bard               they so easily chatter
on the strength of what comes next               little works
are boys blue with waiting               made as spicy
and sick               to meet someone               they will               marry
not               in the guise of character but talk
as soundings mouth               splay vows and consonance