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Our tongues lie down

Like breeze-brushed

Hayfields in the summertime,

Dry but alive

And dancing

In their own weary way,

Each golden grain

Saying much with little

Snake-like flicks,

Sharply sentencing

The sky forever to

The cracked clay.


I have

a single coffee bean

for a brain today,

caffeine and steam

grind together

until

drip-

dropping

down,

they soak my tongue,

causing me to lie

shaking in the

deep brown hammock

stretched between

exhaustion and energy.


Small talk,

The first test of endurance

For a quickly swelling tongue.

Harder questions then are flung

Until hitting

The back of the throat,

They slide down

To the stomach where

Butterflies should flutter,

But instead a swarm of wasps

Sting each phrase,

You utter

Utter nonsense

Just to keep

Their veiny wings

Away.


disconnected

ineffective

hard

words like marbles

multiply, fill up his cheeks

until red-faced,

he swallows one

and realizes

his mistake.


Yellow metal armored things,

Drivers trained

For frequent stops.

Rumble under heavy weights of

Swollen brains

And childish talk.