Tongue, amputated
Sentiments flash noisily across a crowded bed black torrents crashchurn cracked ceramic fragmentslost limbsbranched bones
Run off the mill mingles with drops returning from epiphanies both deep and high
Imagine submergence
Tongue, amputatedresting on the grassy bankflaccid and over-riperunway veins drainedspeckled cushion flat
Mute as the swan and half as remarkableserene as Selene, gazing,awash with borrowed blaze
Contradiction is knowledgesilence only a theory
Already I have said too muchalways, I am saying too much
As usual, if you have any thoughts on how this poem can be improved, they will be gratefully accepted. Thank you.