My words collapse like deck chairs
they can no longer stand
they are meaningless and they never come out like I planned
they fold up and lay on the floor
like they don’t want to play anymore.
I try to say more to cover my tracks
so people can’t say anything back
or I retract what I’ve just said
leave the sentence I’ve just said for dead
but still I can never talk wise
but that is no surprise to all who know me
maybe one day,
I’ll actually say what I mean
I can still dream of that day
when my words don’t collapse
but for now time and time again I know I’ll relapse.
By Daniel Hooks
AKA alienpoet