The words

The words buck

Can’t intuit

Can’t install

Can’t state

Just can’t

Explain

Won’t speech

Won’t pitch

Won’t spill

That infernal itch

To carve unknown words

From despair

Angst

Like “I don’t know what to say”

. . . in moments like this

Can’t say

Won’t say

Don’t will me to speak

The words

I can’t find

Or squeeze through my tonsils

Yet I must try

Though they buck

And loosen with time, yeah?

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