I swallow,
And I swallow
and I swallow
and I swallow
and I dont know where all the words go
Perhaps to some forlorn land where words
walk oddly against a secret sky
crooked, roughed-up words,
beaten, that struggled
for life
trying to escape the narrowing tunnel
of a quickly closing throat,
words that flew up
only to hit the back of quickly clenched teeth
to bounced backward
down
into the inky blackness
into the inky blackness
of nothing
Resigned to their fate,
the cluster and collect
to walk a shadowly land
and mumble to themselves
long forgotten words
born of dried-up passion
Words like,
‘but’
‘wait’
‘why’
‘fuck’
‘stop!’
‘no’
‘NO’
They all merge and mingle quietly,
silently
sadly
swallowed words
in a swallowed world
walk quietly, crookedly,
against a secret sky
