Who knew that if you chewed the words long enough they’d fall through
the gaps in your teeth back into your throat? Did people ever
sing clear the fears ticker-taped across their backs
tying themselves down in an attempt to
stand up for what they meant?
Stomach is swollen bloated
by the hand (by the mouth?)
of the tapeworm of dumbness.
He grazes the fields of leafy greens
and ripe succulent lexemes, fertilized by ADD(ing)
amphetamine. Healed the gaps in the train-of-thought tracks
but couldn’t turn the wheels enough to bring my motivation back.
I have a paper
to write. But instead here’s a
nice little haiku.
I’m choking on a poem
stuck in the back of my throat.
I’d try to cough it up, but
maybe swallowing it would
take away the empty feeling.