Tingling upon the tongue
Words find a way of slipping out
Falling on the ground
And here in the garden
They sprout alive
Giant bulbous structures
Stretching up, up, up to the sky
Clogging up the clear skies
So it feels overcast all the time
And these misplaced thoughts
Gather in bunches, clumping
Around the entrance ways
And like sneezes, they burst
Spread, these weeds
Of disheveled words
And when you are in the garden
Of misspoken ideas
You can be lost for hours
Trying to remember your name
Poetic Trials 