Misnomers or YOLO

GarageMisnomers or YOLO


Tribal speak. Wind ushered through broken teeth

Attitude. Another route to memory


I am at times insensate

To urgent appeals in tongues


I find my feet and my mouth

Engaged in strident notes


For meaning has slipped. Gone evasive

Underground with stripes but no braces


All actual information camouflaged

Truncated by ‘yoof’


I’ll see a line of letters shambling

And struggle for the sense


Yet now I know that I’m simply vacant

When it comes to ‘intel’ from young ‘gents’.