Can not sleep
the words scribble away
scraping as bone against gravel,
the quill upon parchment.
Its serpentine curving
curling the words
softly into knots.
And then sudden
it tightens and snaps,
a somatic stranglehold
human gridlock.

Enchanted in the worst way
rotten with the scent of surrender
I am powerless to the phrases and terms
permeating my soul,
the mazes it creates I sift through a worm -
brainless, nascent I travel wonderlust, unconfirmed.
An anonymous in the world's woe
I feel as though I've never known
myself, that I've lost control.
Spitting images and spatting drops of metaphor
when am I discarded? and
when do I wash ashore?
A medley mess of everything
and nothing; the feelings fade
I'm sure.