Once Again

Once again,

The words will not flow--

And the thoughts are caught

Inside my head.

I shake, like a dog

Fresh from the water to

Try and dislodge them, to pry

Them loose from the rumored gray cells.

Holding my head, sideways,

Straining neck muscles,

Pounding on the opposite ear,

To make them drop to the floor, dripping

Like ear wax, to

Expose them to the light of day,

Maybe to have them shrivel like

Prunes or raisins, or

Perhaps, to begin to multiply

To spread, unchecked like a plague,

Or rising damp on an English wall.

Rattling around, loose marbles,

"How dare you piss on my dream

Of becoming the Antichrist,"

Followed by, "The wind randomly

Strikes the chimes, ‘Fi–ga–ro, Fi–ga–ro,

Fi–ga–ro,"

Unconnected, incoherent, unintelligible

Bits of conversation snatched from the air

Wherever I happen to be. Stolen syllables,

Sentences, thoughts. There’s nothing original

Here.

Once again,

The words will not flow--

And the thoughts are caught

Inside my head.