……over the edge

Off the cuff

writing’s tough

worse, to make it rhyme,

that idea

that one should appear

to make sounds

that float, in time.

 

I really am just

laying this down

as it comes to mind

trying to break the bind

of the staccato language

in which some can drown.

 

Like me auntie,

machine gun fire

when her tongue is rattlin’

its no ones desire

to interrupt

by going over the top

into no mans’ land

and verbally shredded,

a talent some admire?

 

"that sorted him" they chuckle,

but the savagery of silence

makes them buckle……..