Form and Substance

Have I tried to ignore you?
Dry your well of words
So you won’t be heard,
And I’ve done it before too.

Any word is only as valid
As what it represents,
Regardless of climb or descent,
Requiem or ballad.

I sift through adjectives and nouns,
Always looking for the verb.
Still the subject stands absurd
And the silence falls profound.

So maybe I ignore you still,
While you burn like Vodka in my gut,
But you’ll not prance and dance and strut,
Until some common use distills.