flecks of pepper overwhelming
flavor in the scrambled egg brain
might as well vomit them
pen -- paper -- keyboard -- mouth
(spit it out, already, boy)
(but I can't talk that fast!)
one after the other machine-
gun-firing rapid clickety-clackery
can
only
pop
one
word at a time and still there seem
to be more, like a breeding
attic rodent colony
outrunning the traps, six out
fourteen new replacements
more words in the dictionary
tongue lollygagging around unable
head only three paragraphs ahead
fingers closing the gap
eight chapters
too many
words
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