how words got me in trouble

there is no privy to the nuances
of men with hollow tongues
our wills
wants
wonts
and truances
all verbally spar arms

but why then is it so
that words must tender meanings
when civil tongue is fluid
and eyes work just by feeling

and so i speak through glass
and satiate my impatiences
were all alone together
olfactory with no fragrances

it crusts it's edges when i talk
no pittance for the penance
before i run amok
evict my mind's tennats