Blurt

Blurt.

That’s what I’m calling

today’s piece.

Blurt.

Because there’s so much

to say in a rapid ravenous

rapacious way, that the only

way to say it is to blurt it out.

I’ve been unable to write as

of late, due to life and it’s

annoying trappings and the words

inside have been building and

piling up against the sea walls.

The levy is breaking and the

flood is coming. The flood known

as: Blurt.

So here, we, go…

Yellow foxes with orange

hair slyly stealing hens from the

coop; smiling audaciously, and

without regret, diving head first in

deniability.

Delicate fingers, absently twisting her long

hair into a tight coil as she reads a

fashion magazine. She’s lovely and

we’re on an airplane and I can’t say anything

to her because, we’re on an airplane, and to

talk to a stranger about how lovely they are on

an airplane is taboo, and just not done.

It’s creepy in fact. And knowing it makes it

all the worse.

The conversations I overhear are so boring.

Doesn’t anyone have anything interesting to

talk about? “My dog did this,” “my brother bought that,”

“I’ve got a growth on my,” “there’s no money in wells,”

“a new hairbrush makes all the difference.”

What? What the hell are you all talking about?

Stop it. It’s causing me to have a word back-up.

A whole week worth or more,

of pent up words, all scrambling to

find a place on this page. Cluttered

and clamoring for release into some

ill-formed stanza with inconsistent

cadence.

Words blurting out in hundreds of voices,

begging for release, for their little

taste of joyful freedom smeared

like jam on toast all over this nice

white page.

All this blurting, essentially amounting

to nothing more than a sort of self

medicating release. A salve to soothe

the ache a word back-up can cause in

the gullet.

Blurt! Blurt! Blurt! These words,

all rushing to the tips of my fingers,

to ejaculate all over the page in a

gross orgasm of language, jumbled

into a meaningless squiggling mess.

And then apologizing after. Because,

I blurted too soon.

She doesn’t get to blurt. I don’t know

why she won’t blurt.  Probably because

my blurting is too selfish to allow additional

blurts.

I really did blurt all over this page.

Please excuse the mess. A flood after

such a massive backlog can really be

quite messy.

I’ll get a mop.

And a bucket.

You know the thing about buckets is…

Blurt!