A Little Ditty of Rumination

I feel goo and the thought of you

in the back of my throat

I try to shallow

and choke

it down

to no avail

My stomach is sick and your bullshit was thick

as honey

or tar

and it sticks to me

still

**Note to reader: boredom is fodder for mental looping. Beware.**

Comments

Paul Squires

December 11, 2008

Haha. I love a poem built on a pun, I call them mind pivots. Ruminate, ruminate, cool. More mental looping, time is not linear. You are very cool.
poeticgrin

December 11, 2008

Ooooh love “honey” or “tar”