My brain clips along at breakneck speed when I feel a pain I call ‘Stinghurt’..
Too fast to make the switchback toward trust
And so, hurls past all the most deliciously
Creative adjectives and selections of succinctly vibrant adverbs to
Blurt out the first sing song rhythmic childhood taunt
From the deep cleft between the fork of my toungue
Toward no innocent bystander, far worse
The target run through with every spike, barbed horn, in my arsenal.
My bullseye? Accross her heart, invisibly cup- cradles
Her rack which houses the heart that owns my own.
On Twitter, 6/12/15