A Caged Tongue

Nightmares are me
tongueless, my skull
a cage for thought,

my dying mind screaming,

Burst at the mouth now,
lest I implode later!

my mouth empty
of words,

dead to words.

Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ “I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream”.

Creating (and doing some serious cackling) While at the GI Clinic

FearFear opened his life to living decay.

I created this while I waited to see my gastroenterologist. The color and shape were not chosen intentionally. I just grabbed markers and color pencils and went at it. But one needs not be a psychoanalyst to figure out what was in my mind.


Yeah, now I can’t look at this without bursting into laughter. And the whole thing is made more hysterical by the fact that the resulting poem bit is not funny at all.