words tumble they jumble,
they fall out my mouth
they collide and stumble
//
cough into gravity
crash and explode
bits of coherence —
Splinter
every witness
//
I tried to gather them together–my words
paint the picture I meant
gather the fragments
It’s already turning to cement.
//
Some must be left where they’ve fallen.
I cannot take them back.
I can rearrange,
reassemble;
but they’re setting fast.
//
They’ve already hit the eardrums
of those nearby,
some understand
some shake their head.
All just tilt their head and sigh.
//
a jumble of words,
incoherent
a mess
fragments of words
Martin Write 