Aaaah.

My words are wild

galumphing cross the page like zebras,

Meandering from idea to idea, flitting

Like: is it zebras or zebri?

Hebrew or hubris?

See-through or deep-fry?

My words play tricks on me,

writing themselves srdawssa-kcab

flopping and flipping

grappling and gripping

my sternum till it's burning

with the pain of little-know truths

and rhymes gone wrong.