Words and Waves


Words struggle to burst forth


from the fleshy cavern of my mouth,

smashing against the tidal wall of teeth.


An angry, implacable wave

that yearns for freedom

as a tsunami yearns for destruction.


But does a wave yearn, feel, want?

Does this tumble of words

have deliberate intent?


Or is it a random gushing torrent

that springs into being

from the depths of the well within?