Saturday, July 3, 2010

Too Tight Words

There's only so much space in this head
To store the words that toss and tumble
Each image creating but another imagic jumble
Until like The Sorcerer's Apprentice
The words spill and spill to flood
Boiling over from the blood
Until reason threatens to leave for dead
Smothered by the ceaseless words in this head

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