On Words

Words keep spilling from me

And I just cannot keep track

Like a forgotten dam, walls finally burst

No way to put the water back

I write in bed, on the bus, in the car

I write when sorrowed, days of bleak

I write when overjoyed, when starry-eyed

I write when I can’t find words to speak

It’s like someone has sliced me open

But instead of blood I bleed nouns, verbs

And atonyms and adjectives

oxymorons, conjunctions - words!

Words keep spilling from me

The dam is open, indefinitely

So I put these words down in pencil, pixels - font

And call it hashtagpoetry