i’d like to make an emotions of the world map
with all kinds of expressions
in all kinds of tongues
in all kinds of colors.
it would pulsate all the time
as people said things in tokyo and timbuktu.
people might be drawn to far away places
they could have never imagined
and the linguistic initiation scars would
slowly light up as walls of graffiti
cracking and crumbling as
patois flows in japanese learning dancehall reggae step.
this quebec french is heat, humor, and ben voyons donc.
a color of surprise and wrath.
next stop new brunswick,
cajun, manitoba, nova scotia, prince edward island french.
the crayola box is empty.
*for more on patois not being paris,
see broken bats splinter
there’s no berets in this french