he's exhaling and inhaling
the frequency of contrived syllables
halts for no one.
pulsating vigorously
his words like intonation lightning
in silence's black sky.
cannonballs
he rolls upon his tongue
before spitting out
like flavorless gum
or pomegranate seeds.
the desire to hear
these words
like an alder tree in the backyard
grows, unstoppable
fed by each utterance.
the tuneless dictation
roams across the hills of empty air
crushing piles of stillness
between the heavy barking boots
of some megalomaniac fascist's lessons
followed too closely.
what to do?
but bake those words into soft bread
chew it up, swallow it down.
nod and nod and nod.