sneak up on me,

opened up, foaming at the mouth.

spilt on the couch,

foaming at the mouth,

falling asleep in the spill,

and waking up wet.

Running out of things to say and things to spill

or spell.

Keeping score,

Keeping dry,

but everything is drenched now.

We are all too much for this, still foaming at the mouth ,

at this moment, in the beginning.//

That intro that we always look forward to.

the windchimes,

those chords.

We are much louder than either of those.

Purge whatever is left inside,

the errors, fuck it just get it all out.

whatever I didn’t spell, or regurgitate ,

or turn up , or meddle,

or mettle

and pretend I understand the difference.