Speech Impediment

by mesolithic   Oct 16, 2008


All the things I want to say,
hanging out in my mouth.
Waiting for me to spit them out, or
for Salivation Soldiers
to eat away at their empty,
meaningless flesh.

I get the urge to annotate,
and over-compensate
for lack of knowledge, and
all the things I complicate.

All the things I want to say,
set free in my temple.
Running riot, ruining all the eye candy
for my favorite prophet,
eyes glazed over.

All the things I want to say,
burning holes in my mouth.

Cautiously,
I'll gulp them down.
Let them enter my bloodstream
and eventually they'll become me.

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