my sea of thought
washes up from the bay
clustering drips drip drop on my paper
blank spaces filling from the tit
of my quill,
splashing out samples
of spoiled ink.

now swishing in and out
and around preposterious prepositions
and dependent clauses,
spilling here and there
as I add a dab of noun

the resonating verbs
are soon spilling their guts
with rhythm ... listen, do you hear?
the fluid formation of sound.

M's and N's are you humming?
sibilants, is that you hissing?
like baby snakes,
shivering to form ripples in the sand

drip, drip, I can hear
the consonants collecting
are they coming to dance with the vowels?
the vowels, those foolish emotional cons
regurgitating romance
to blend in with the tide,
have come to create undertow
beware lest they take you in!

it's ready to play now,
my orchastrated liquid
of verbal splash on parchment
word slander jamming,
poet slamming, against a tidal wave
of chords that rise and fall
at the end of each line.

perform for us now, my collection
entice us with a sample,
be it a sip or a drink,
spill upon us your slander
like a river
as you gushingly flow
off this page

drip
drip
drop
docking my sea of thought

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