Science Fiction Series

Can't Shut Up?

Can't Shut Up?

Tongues chatter
             after thoughts that flee
             down dim
                         narrow
                                    twisting
                                               paths.
             Up three crumbling walls
                         the mind frantically crawls
                                    and round and round
                                                  the tongue chatters.
                          Not a trap
                          There's one way back
                          But to turn and see 
                          From what you fled...
                          Far too scary.
              Better to claw
                          Better to crawl
                                      Better to scratch and chatter
                                      Better to scratch and chatter.
Now as for me
            I won't say a thing
            I'll smile and hum

            and watch TV
            (the one they wheel in front of me).

            I shall brush my teeth
            and brush my teeth
            and brush my teeth
            and stare
            with a bloody grin
            pull whiskers from my chin

            and chew when I'm supposed to swallow.
And we shall be so very glad
           so very, very, very ​g​lad
               when
                      I
                        go
                             mad. 


                            ​                                                                                   Loren Blowers © 2016

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