When poetry failed me

As if a earthquake laced 

its spindly fingers around my ribs 

Shaking me from the inside out 

That’s what it feels like 

A hummingbird stuck in my throat

Jumping beans in my blood stream 

Stomach a whirlpool

Stuck inside my mind 

Loosely stitched lips 

Trying to speak with cotton in your mouth

Headless chicken 

Water hose legs

Noodle arms

Less and less poetic as I go on

Poetic disaster 

Figured out language

And misinterpreted melodies 

As I go on 

Roots like spineless summers

Leaves like glassless windows

Carry on