there is no numerical connotation behind your train of thought

All day I think about Words.

  I eat bacons of Words

  and dive through black holes of Words.

One morning I ate a whole jar of habaneros

  and smeared wax on my eyelids

  and smoked a quarter of hash.

All night I think about Words.

  I’m lying on a bed of Words

  and count the Words in a dictionary.

One evening I drank a whole bottle of eggnog

  and walked for hours with my son

  in a white suit and a black tie.

All my life, I’ve thought about Words.

  Words of comfort, Words of wisdom, but most of all

  Words that will humiliate and cripple you.