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?