Does poetry make sense? well… does taste count?
Often when reading words strung together, I’m left without the literal comprehension. But I’m left feeling a little taste of something that makes it palatable. Not that the whole poem wasn’t palatable, but just that there are morsels that get stuck between teeth.
Later when I’ve long forgotten about the poem. That piece of poetry that I’ve had my tongue flicking against becomes loose, and a taste of poetry spits out when I talk.
There’s a chance that it will land on you. Most people will brush it off. Only a few will pick it off their shirt and put it in their own mouths.