Jog Lam

‘Tis not that I have

only little to say

(today)

my use of words

is the wrong way

my peeps aren’t worth a pop

my pennies are in pesos

Tho’ the flow

never ceases

the spring cannot unsprung

I dam it up

the words get too eager beaver

and my teeth stick out

(so I shut my mouth)

‘Tis loud in my head

the din always wins

despite nothing said

relentless ringing, chiming,

rambling and gambling

that silence will only

be truly mine

upon death-

I’m not in line for that

(yet)...

At times like these

‘tis my regret

to be resigned

to quietly waiting

with unwanted words,

the line I’m in

is not moving…

Image By Luther C. Goldman, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.