I resolved to write egged on 
By echo-braised recipes
Of grating voices and bitter hearts 
And chopped up memories 
They tossed about inside my head 
Seize-sizzling, beet-bloody 
Of you is who I tried to write
As bits of you fell in
In-cisor cut, unholy messed 
Out and in of my sight 
I took my pen
The scene was set 
I would write of pent up things
Of audacious consequence
But my pen lent itself more
To gnawing contemplation
A cooked-up imagination 
As it bickered in my mouth 
The words they just sat there 
Headless, fleshless, boneless, bare
I chewed again upon the pen
They leapt aloft and hovered then 
For a bit before they bit 
Me on my purposeful lip
The drop of blood 
Drop.ped on my page 
There was no plot there was no stage 
There was no more righteous rage 
For them to come off eloquent 
And so I laid down the pen 
Let down my resolute bun
Bun-dled off my peaceless pique 
Pick-ed all of myself up then 
Set free an ex-heal-ation
I don’t think that I’ll try again.